
The poem describes a mulberry tree that has been a silent witness to the joys and sorrows of a family over several generations. The tree's branches have provided shade for children playing beneath them, its fruit has been eaten by the family, and its leaves have rustled in the wind as loved ones have come and gone.
By James Whitcomb Riley · First published 1888 · Genre: Poetry, Nostalgia, Pastoral · 448 words
It's many's the scenes which is dear to my mind As I think of my childhood so long left behind; The home of my birth, with it's old puncheon-floor, And the bright morning-glories that growed round the door; The warped clab-board roof whare the rain it run off Into streams of sweet dreams as I laid in the loft, Countin' all of the joys that was dearest to me, And a-thinkin' the most of the mulberry tree.
And to-day as I dream, with both eyes wide-awake, I can see the old tree, and its limbs as they shake, And the long purple berries that rained on the ground Whare the pastur' was bald whare we trommpt it around.
The Mulberry Tree is listed on Textopian as a poem by James Whitcomb Riley, dated 1888 CE.
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Poetry · Nature · Childhood · Nostalgia · Memories · Family · Love · Loss · Grief · Growing Up · Coming of Age · American Literature