"The Old Swimmin' Holo" by James Whitcomb Riley OHI the old swimmin-holel whare the crick so still and doop
Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep,
And the gurgle of the worter round the driftjost below
Sounded like the laugh of something we ono't ust to know
Before we could remember anything but the eyes
Of the angels lookin' out as we left Paradise;
But the merry days of youth is beyond our controlo,
And it's hard to part forever with the old swimmin-hole.
Oht the old swimmin-hole in the happy days of yore,
When I ust to loan above it on the old sickamore,
Ohl it showed me a face in its warm sunny tido
That gazed back at me so gay and glorified,
It made me love myself, as I leaped to caross
My shadder smilin' up at me with sich tenderness.
But them days is past and gone, and old Time's tuck his toll
From the old man come back to the old swimmin-hole,
Ohl the old swimmin-hole in the long, lazy-days
When the humdrum of school made so many run-a-ways,
How plesant was the jurney down the old dusty lane,
Whare the tracks of our bare feet was all printed so plano
You could tell by the dent of the heel and the sole
They was lots o'fun on hands at the old swimmin'-hole.
But the lost joys is past! Let your tears in sorrow roll
Like the rain that ust to dapple up the old swimmin'-hole.
There the bullrushes growed, and the cattails so tall,
And the sunshine and shadder fell over it all;
And it mottled the worter with amber and gold
Tel the glad lilies rocked in the ripples that rolled;
And the snake-feeder's four gauzy wings fluttered by
Like the ghost of a daisy dropped out of the sky,
Or a wounded apple-blossom in the breeze's controle
As it cut acrost some orchurd to'rds the old swimmin-hole.
Oh! the old swimmin'-holel When I last saw the place,
The scene was all changed, like the change in my face;
The bridge of the railroad now crosses the spot
Whare the old divin'-log lays sunk and fergot.
And I stray down the banks whare the trees ust to be -
But never again will theyr shade shelter me!
And I wish in my sorrow I could strip to the soul,
And dive off in my grave like the old swimmin'-hole.
The poem is structured so that it
shows the change in the speaker and the swimming hole
clarifies why the speaker left the swimming hole
explains how the swimming hole was created
provides details about the change in the speaker's life