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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CARN A-TURNEN YOLLER, by WILLIAM BARNES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The copse ha' got his shiady boughs Last Line: The ears so ripe ar yoller. Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Fall | |||
THE copse ha' got his shiady boughs, Wi' blackbirds' evemen whissles; The hills ha' sheep upon ther brows, The zummerleäze ha' thissles. The meads be gay in grassy May, But O vrom hill to holler, Let I look down upon a groun' O' carn a-turnen yoller. An' pease da grow in tangled beds, An' beäns be sweet to snuff, O; The tiaper woats da bend ther heads, The barley's beard is rough, O; The turnip green is fresh between The carn in hill ar holler, But I'd look down upon the groun' O' wheat a-turnen yoller. 'Tis merry when the brawny men Da come to reap it down, O, Wher glossy red the poppy head 'S among the sta'ks so brown, O; 'Tis merry while the wheat's in hile Ar when, by hill ar holler, The leäzers thick da stoop to pick The ears so ripe ar yoller. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR AUTUMN by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN AN AUTUMN JOY by GEORGE ARNOLD A LEAF FALLS by MARION LOUISE BLISS THE FARMER'S BOY: AUTUMN by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD A LETTER IN OCTOBER by TED KOOSER AUTUMN EVENING by DAVID LEHMAN EVERYTHING THAT ACTS IS ACTUAL by DENISE LEVERTOV A WINTER NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES |
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