Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY HENRY, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography 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!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MICHAEL ROBINS?ÇÖS CLASS MINUS ONE by HICOK. BOB YOU GO TO SCHOOL TO LEARN by THOMAS LUX GRADESCHOOL'S LARGE WINDOWS by THOMAS LUX A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |
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