Poems by James Whitcomb Riley
To My Good Master
... Thou haltest thy glib quill, and, laughing-eyed, ...
The Little Coat
... Dotting,--"Vine grows round the stump," ...
When The Green Gits Back In The Trees
... When the groun's all bald where the hay-rick stood, ...
"Tradin' Joe"
... But thinks I to myse'f, "There's a dog in the well!" ...
Uncle Mart's Poem
... -- What wonder that, with yearning bold, ...
Regardin' Terry Hut
... but no, Yer clean dead wrong--! And I maintain ...
The Old Home By The Mill
... The old home, though, and old folks, and the old spring, and a few ...
Want To Be Whur Mother Is
... Nights like these and whipperwills allus brings that voice of his! ...
The Noble Old Elm
... An' say _she'll_ find--ef we'll keep still-- ...
Intellectual Limitations
... 'Cause we ketch 'em, lots o' times, ...
The Boy's Candidate
... --An' he Says, when we et it,--_"Gracious me! ...
A Wrangdillion
... The Gryke blots his tears with a scrap of his grief, ...
Scraps
... Though you wheel yourselves in line, ...
The Clover
... But my childhood comes back jest as clear and as plane ...
The Boy Lives On Our Farm
... An' could stand up like him an' drive, ...
