Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HOME-FOLKS, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Home-folks! - well, that-air Last Line: But you invite him, and he'll come. Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F. Subject(s): Family Life; Home; Relatives | ||||||||
HOME-FOLKS! -- Well, that-air name, to me, Sounds jis the same as poetry -- That is, ef poetry is jis As sweet as I've hearn tell it is! Home-Folks -- they're jis the same as kin -- All brung up, same as we have bin, Without no over powerin' sense Of their oncommon consequence! They've bin to school, but not to git The habit fastened on 'em yit So as to ever interfere With other work 'at's waitin' here: Home-Folks has crops to plant and plow, Er lives in town and keeps a cow; But whether country-jakes er town-, They know when eggs is up er down! La! can't you spot 'em -- when you meet 'Em anywheres -- in field er street? And can't you see their faces, bright As circus-day, heave into sight? And can't you hear their "Howdy!" clear As a brook's chuckle to the ear, And allus find their laughin' eyes As fresh and clear as morning skies? And can't you -- when they've gone away -- Jis feel 'em shakin' hands, all day? And feel, too, you've bin higher raised By sich a meetin'? -- God be praised? Oh, Home-Folks! you're the best of all 'At ranges this terreschul ball, -- But, north er south, er east er west, It's home where you're at your best. -- It's home -- it's home your faces shine, In-nunder your own fig and vine -- Your fambly and your neighbers 'bout Ye, and the latch-string hangin' out. . . . . . . . Home-Folks -- at home, -- I know o' one Old feller now 'at hain't got none. -- Invite him -- he may hold back some -- But you invite him, and he'll come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY AUNT ELLA MAE by MICHAEL S. HARPER THE GOLDEN SHOVEL by TERRANCE HAYES LIZARDS AND SNAKES by ANTHONY HECHT THE BOOK OF A THOUSAND EYES: I LOVE by LYN HEJINIAN CHILD ON THE MARSH by ANDREW HUDGINS MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS PLAYING DEAD by ANDREW HUDGINS THE GLASS HAMMER by ANDREW HUDGINS INSECT LIFE OF FLORIDA by LYNDA HULL A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |
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