James Whitcomb Riley

(7 October 1849 - 22 July 1916 / Greenfield, Indiana)

Knee-Deep in June


Tell you what I like the best --
'Long about knee-deep in June,
'Bout the time strawberries melts
On the vine, -- some afternoon
Like to jes' git out and rest,
And not work at nothin' else!

Orchard's where I'd ruther be --
Needn't fence it in fer me! --
Jes' the whole sky overhead,
And the whole airth underneath --
Sort o' so's a man kin breathe
Like he ort, and kind o' has
Elbow-room to keerlessly
Sprawl out len'thways on the grass
Where the shadders thick and soft
As the kivvers on the bed
Mother fixes in the loft
Allus, when they's company!

Jes' a-sort o' lazin there -
S'lazy, 'at you peek and peer
Through the wavin' leaves above,
Like a feller 'ats in love
And don't know it, ner don't keer!
Ever'thing you hear and see
Got some sort o' interest -
Maybe find a bluebird's nest
Tucked up there conveenently
Fer the boy 'at's ap' to be
Up some other apple tree!
Watch the swallers skootin' past
Bout as peert as you could ast;
Er the Bob-white raise and whiz
Where some other's whistle is.

Ketch a shadder down below,
And look up to find the crow --
Er a hawk, - away up there,
'Pearantly froze in the air! --
Hear the old hen squawk, and squat
Over ever' chick she's got,
Suddent-like! - and she knows where
That-air hawk is, well as you! --
You jes' bet yer life she do! --
Eyes a-glitterin' like glass,
Waitin' till he makes a pass!

Pee-wees wingin', to express
My opinion, 's second-class,
Yit you'll hear 'em more er less;
Sapsucks gittin' down to biz,
Weedin' out the lonesomeness;
Mr. Bluejay, full o' sass,
In them baseball clothes o' his,
Sportin' round the orchad jes'
Like he owned the premises!
Sun out in the fields kin sizz,
But flat on yer back, I guess,
In the shade's where glory is!
That's jes' what I'd like to do
Stiddy fer a year er two!

Plague! Ef they ain't somepin' in
Work 'at kind o' goes ag'in'
My convictions! - 'long about
Here in June especially! --
Under some ole apple tree,
Jes' a-restin through and through,
I could git along without
Nothin' else at all to do
Only jes' a-wishin' you
Wuz a-gittin' there like me,
And June wuz eternity!

Lay out there and try to see
Jes' how lazy you kin be! --
Tumble round and souse yer head
In the clover-bloom, er pull
Yer straw hat acrost yer eyes
And peek through it at the skies,
Thinkin' of old chums 'ats dead,
Maybe, smilin' back at you
In betwixt the beautiful
Clouds o'gold and white and blue! --
Month a man kin railly love --
June, you know, I'm talkin' of!

March ain't never nothin' new! --
April's altogether too
Brash fer me! and May -- I jes'
'Bominate its promises, --
Little hints o' sunshine and
Green around the timber-land --
A few blossoms, and a few
Chip-birds, and a sprout er two, --
Drap asleep, and it turns in
Fore daylight and snows ag'in! --
But when June comes - Clear my th'oat
With wild honey! -- Rench my hair
In the dew! And hold my coat!
Whoop out loud! And th'ow my hat! --
June wants me, and I'm to spare!
Spread them shadders anywhere,
I'll get down and waller there,
And obleeged to you at that!

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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Comments about this poem (Knee-Deep in June by James Whitcomb Riley )

  • Bronze Star - 2,055 Points Francis Lynch (6/2/2014 9:07:00 PM)

    Brilliant. Fucking brilliant. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 711 Points Michelle Claus (6/2/2014 11:56:00 AM)

    This poem is fun to read out loud, r-e-a-l... s-l-o-w... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Connie Yost (6/2/2013 4:32:00 PM)

    Oh heart of mine, Mr. Riley, I have always loved this one. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mia Cox (6/2/2012 7:29:00 PM)

    that was amazing it really had that feeling....the one you have when u like something and i really liked that (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kevin Straw (6/2/2010 10:43:00 AM)

    Terrific stuff! I guess being son of an attorney this is not his natural accent, but maybe he spoke both fluently. He makes you feel you are lying there with him looking up and around at what he is seeing, and enjoying his wit. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 508 Points Ramesh T A (6/2/2010 7:59:00 AM)

    Prolific poetic expression regarding the significance of June in something wonderful to read! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 26 Points Joseph Poewhit (6/2/2010 1:52:00 AM)

    Got that end of the year, school is out for the summer feeling. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Janet Hedger (6/2/2008 3:28:00 AM)

    I love the poetic language, summing up the glorious month of June,
    Jan (Report) Reply

  • Rookie George Wootton (6/2/2007 5:44:00 AM)

    I can certainly identify with Mr. Riley's thoughts here. In this fast-paced time we suffer in today there is precious little time to just lay back and rest and enjoy the moment. Loved the poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Alison Ness (6/2/2005 3:17:00 PM)

    It's a good poem but could be alot shorter (Report) Reply

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