Poetry Friday: A Country Boy in Winter

March 6th, 2009

Today’s poetry selection once again comes from Bill Varner.

This morning as I put the kids on the bus a large bulldozer came and piled the snow on my lawn, clearing out the drains. My son loves to play on these yearly foothills of snow, and to go sledding at our local sledding area. Here then, a poem from Sarah Orne Jewett, who lived in my town of South Berwick, Maine, over a hundred years ago.

A Country Boy in Winter
by Sarah Orne Jewett

The wind may blow the snow about,
For all I care, says Jack,
And I don’t mind how cold it grows,
For then the ice won’t crack.
Old folks may shiver all day long,
But I shall never freeze;
What cares a jolly boy like me
For winter days like these?

Far down the long snow-covered hills
It is such fun to coast,
So clear the road! the fastest sled
There is in school I boast.
The paint is pretty well worn off,
But then I take the lead;
A dandy sled’s a loiterer,
And I go in for speed.

When I go home at supper-time,
Ki! but my cheeks are red!
They burn and sting like anything;
I’m cross until I’m fed.
You ought to see the biscuit go,
I am so hungry then;
And old Aunt Polly says that boys
Eat twice as much as men.

There’s always something I can do
To pass the time away;
The dark comes quick in winter-time—
A short and stormy day
And when I give my mind to it,
It’s just as father says,
I almost do a man’s work now,
And help him many ways.

I shall be glad when I grow up
And get all through with school,
I’ll show them by-and-by that I
Was not meant for a fool.
I’ll take the crops off this old farm,
I’ll do the best I can.
A jolly boy like me won’t be
A dolt when he’s a man.

I like to hear the old horse neigh
Just as I come in sight,
The oxen poke me with their horns
To get their hay at night.
Somehow the creatures seem like friends,
And like to see me come.
Some fellows talk about New York,
But I shall stay at home.

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2 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Kelly Polark  |  March 6th, 2009 at 10:47 pm

    Love the rhyme of this poem. What a sweet country boy.

  • 2. Mary Lee  |  March 7th, 2009 at 7:25 am

    Maybe the boy wants to grow up, but I don’t want him to. I want him to focus on enjoying his play now, while he can!

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