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A Song By Uncle Sidney
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James Whitcomb Riley


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O were I not a clod, intent
   On being just an earthly thing,
I'd be that rare embodiment
   Of Heart and Spirit, Voice and Wing,
With pure, ecstatic, rapture-sent,
   Divinely-tender twittering
That Echo swoons to re-present—
   A bluebird in the Spring.

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James Whitcomb Riley (1849 - 1916) was an American poet best known for his children's poems and dialect-based verses. James was born in Greenfield, Indiana, and later moved to Indianapolis; homes in both cities are preserved and open to the public today. James was hugely popular during his lifetime. A bestselling author who traveled the country speaking to sell-out crowds, he never married or had children of his own, but he loved children and they loved him back. When he died, more than 35,000 people came to pay their respects as James lay in state under the Indiana capitol dome.  

 

 


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Donna Pflueger:
I agree with Katrina - uplighting is the perfect description of this tiny poem. And its perfect for Spring!
Posted 03/24/2014 02:59 PM
Katrina:
I hope Uncle Sidney is as uplifted as I am by this burst of poetry.
Posted 03/24/2014 09:17 AM
KevinArnold:
Ah the twitter-ing. How our language morphs. Excellent poem.
Posted 03/24/2014 08:37 AM
dotief@comcast.net:
I really like the sound of this one as it rolls off the tongue. Very nice!
Posted 03/24/2014 07:27 AM
rhonasheridan:
And he wrote a Cook-book?! Full of curiosity!Loved the poem.
Posted 03/24/2014 04:51 AM


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