Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SUMMER-TIME, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet's Biography
First Line: O the summer-time to-day
Last Line: That they never heerd sich singin' anywhere!
Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F.
Subject(s): Birds; Singing & Singers; Summer
O THE Summer-time to-day
Makes my words
Jes' flip up and fly away
Like the birds!
-- 'Tain't no use to try to sing,
With yer language on the wing,
Jes' too glad fer anything
But to stray
Where it may
Thue the sunny summer weather of the day!
Lordy! what a Summer-time
Fer to sing!
But my words flops out o' rhyme,
And they wing
Furder yit beyent the view
Than the swallers ever flew,
Er a mortal wanted to --
'Less his eye
Struck the sky
Ez he kind o' sort o' thought he'd like to fly!
Ef I could sing -- sweet and low --
And my tongue
Could twitter, don't you know, --
Ez I sung
Of the Summer-time, 'y Jings!
All the words and birds and things
That kin warble, and hes wings,
Would jes' swear
That they never heerd sich singin' anywhere!
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