The poem
The earth keeps some vibration going There in your heart, and that is you. And if the people find you can fiddle, Why, fiddle you must and for all your life. What do you see, a harvest ofclover? Or a meadow to awlk through to the river? The wind's in the corn; you rub your hands for beeves hereafter ready for market; Or else you hear the rustle of skirts Like the girls when dancing at Little Grove. To Cooney Potter a pillar of dust Or whirling leaves meant ruinous drouth; They looked to me like Red-Head Sammy Stepping it off, to "Toor-a-Loor." How could I till my forty acres Not to speak of getting more, With a medley of horns, bassoons and piccolos Stirred in my brain by crows androbins And the creak of a wind-mill—only these? And I never started to plow in my life That some one did not stop in the road And tkae me away to a dance or picnic. I ended up with forty acres; I ended up with a broken fiddle— And a broken laugh, and a thousand memories. And not a single regret.
I thought the last part was good!!!About how you had a broken fiddle and memories.I liked it a lot.But before you post anythingelse check your spelling.and punctuation
Excellent poem - makes a great song - if youre a musician, with the sounds in your head, like me.
Fiddler Jones
This poem is terrible. The shear amount of suck in this poem is comprable to the pain felt by the jews during the holocaust. I wish someone would destroy it from all public records.
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i love this poem. it is awesome and action packedand it makes me feel good about myself and my lover. i read it everyday before school because it gives me strength to live.