My Fiddle

My Fiddle by James Whitcomb Riley

The poem is a nostalgic and melancholic reflection on the passing of time and the loss of innocence. It describes a childhood fiddle that has been left to gather dust, symbolizing the abandonment of youthful joys and the onset of adulthood's responsibilities. The speaker reminisces about the carefree days spent playing the fiddle, now replaced by the burdens of maturity.

By James Whitcomb Riley · First published 1883 · Genre: Poetry, Nostalgia, Music · 465 words

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My fiddle? -- Well, I kindo' keep her handy, don't you know! Though I ain't so much inclined to tromp the strings and switch the bow As I was before the timber of my elbows got so dry, And my fingers was more limber-like and caperish and spry; Yit I can plonk and plunk and plink, And tune her up and play, And jest lean back and laugh and wink At ev'ry rainy day!

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Poetry · American Literature · Folklore · Children's Literature · Nostalgia · Rural Life · Music · Violin · Instrumental Music · Childhood Memories · Coming of Age · Self-Discovery

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