Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LITTLE MANDY'S CHRISTMAS TREE, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Little mandy and her ma Last Line: Bigger than the other tree! Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F. Subject(s): Children; Christmas Trees; Poverty; Teaching & Teachers; Childhood | ||||||||
LITTLE Mandy and her Ma 'S porest folks you ever saw! -- Lived in porest house in town, Where the fence 'uz all tore down. And no front-door steps at all -- Ist a' old box 'g'inst the wall; And no door-knob on the door Outside. -- My! but they 'uz pore! Wuz no winder-shutters on, And some of the winders gone, And where they 'uz broke they'd pas'e Ist brown paper 'crost the place. Tell you! when it's winter there, And the snow ist ever'where, Little Mandy's Ma she say 'Spec' they'll freeze to death some day. Wunst my Ma and me -- when we Be'n to church, and's goin' to be Chris'mus purty soon, -- we went There -- like the Committee sent. And-sir! when we're in the door, Wuz no carpet on the floor, And no fire -- and heels-and-head Little Mandy's tucked in bed! And her Ma telled my Ma she Got no coffee but ist tea, And fried mush -- and's all they had Sence her health broke down so bad. Nen Ma hug and hold me where Little Mandy's layin' there; And she kiss her, too, and nen Mandy kiss my Ma again. And my Ma she telled her we Goin' to have a Chris'mus-Tree, At the Sund'y-School, 'at's fer ALL the childern, and fer her. Little Mandy think -- nen she Say, "What is a Chris'mus-Tree?" Nen my Ma she give her Ma Somepin' 'at I never saw. And say she must take it, -- and She ist maked her keep her hand Wite close shut, -- and nen she kiss Her hand -- shut ist like it is. Nen we comed away. . . . And nen When it's Chris'mus Eve again, And all of us childerns be At the Church and Chris'mus-Tree -- And all git toys and things 'At old Santy Claus he brings And puts on the Tree; -- wite where The big Tree 'uz standin' there, And the things 'uz all tooked down, And the childerns, all in town, Got their presents -- nen we see They's a little Chris'mus-Tree Wite behind the big Tree -- so We can't see till nen, you know, -- And it's all ist loaded down With the purtiest things in town! And the teacher smile and say: "This-here Tree 'at's hid away It's marked 'Little Mandy's Tree.' -- Little Mandy! Where is she?" Nen nobody say a word. -- Stillest place you ever heard! -- Till a man tiptoe up where Teacher's still a-waitin' there. Nen the man he whispers, so Ist the Teacher hears, you know. Nen he tiptoe back and go Out the big door -- ist so slow! . . . . . . . Little Mandy, though, she don't Answer -- and Ma say "she won't Never, though each year they'll be 'Little Mandy's Chris'mus-Tree' Fer pore childern" -- my Ma says -- And Committee say they guess "Little Mandy's Tree" 'ull be Bigger than the other Tree! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |
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