Sunday, January 4, 2009

Riley, Oh Riley...

Riley, oh Riley, wherefore art thou
Quietly conversing with some cow?

Is that where you got your Farm-Rhymes
About those far and distent olden times?

On that distant day, oh so hot
I am certain that that you were not

Trying to discover the lost Lewis Carroll
Hiding with Jabberwock in a whisky barrel

Pondering Elizabeth Barrett Browning
With quiet romantic thoughts burning

Or perhaps peering into a future's haze
Of some of Ogden Nash's poetic maze

For you are the down to earth
Poetry's 20th century rebirth

Written im memory of James Whitcomb Riley
The revered "Hoosier Poet"

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