Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MY HENRY, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY



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First Line: He's jes' a great, big, awk'ard
Last Line: "is my henry's, jes' p'cise!"
Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F.
Subject(s): Children; Schools; Childhood; Students


HE'S jes' a great, big, awk'ard, hulkin'
Feller, -- humped, and sort o' sulkin'-
Like, and ruther still-appearin' --
Kind-as-ef he wuzn't keerin'
Whether school helt out er not --
That's my Henry, to a dot!

Allus kind o' liked him -- whether
Childern, er growed-up together!
Fifteen year' ago and better,
'Fore he ever knowed a letter,
Run acrosst the little fool
In my Primer-class at school.

When the Teacher wuzn't lookin',
He'd be th'owin' wads; er crookin'
Pins; er sprinklin' pepper, more'n
Likely, on the stove; er borin'
Gimlet-holes up thue his desk --
Nothin' that boy wouldn't resk!

But, somehow, as I was goin'
On to say, he seemed so knowin',
Other ways, and cute and cunnin' --
Allus wuz a notion runnin'
Thue my giddy, fool-head he
Jes' had be'n cut out fer me!

Don't go much on prophesyin',
But last night whilse I wuz fryin'
Supper, with that man a-pitchin'
Little Marthy round the kitchen,
Think-says-I, "Them baby's eyes
Is my Henry's, jes' p'cise!"





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