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Title: My First Womern
Author: James Whitcomb Riley [
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I buried my first womern
In the spring; and in the fall
I was married to my second,
And hain't settled yit at all!--
Fer I'm allus thinkin'--thinkin'
Of the first one's peaceful ways,
A-bilin' soap and singin'
Of the Lord's amazin' grace.
And I'm thinkin' of her, constant,
Dyin' carpet chain and stuff,
And a-makin' up rag carpets,
When the floor was good enough!
And I mind her he'p a-feedin',
And I riccollect her now
A-drappin' corn, and keepin'
Clos't behind me and the plow!
And I'm allus thinkin' of her
Reddin' up around the house;
Er cookin' fer the farm-hands;
Er a-drivin' up the cows.--
And there she lays out yander
By the lower medder fence,
Where the cows was barely grazin',
And they're usin' ever sence.
And when I look acrost there--
Say it's when the clover's ripe,
And I'm settin', in the evenin',
On the porch here, with my pipe,
And the other'n hollers "Henry!"--
W'y they ain't no sadder thing
Than to think of my first womern
And her funeral last spring
Was a year ago--
[The end]
James Whitcomb Riley's poem: My First Womern
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