cOUNTRY wAYS Kaitlyn Wilczynski

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The big doors of the country barn stand open and ready,

The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn

wagon,

The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged,

The armfuls are pack'd to the sagging mow.

I am there, I help, I came stretch'd atop of the load,

I felt its soft jolts, one leg reclined on the other,

I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover and

timothy,

And roll head over heels and tangle my hair full of wisps

He's Fishing ^

"Huntin', Fishin' And Lovin' Every Day"

If I could make a livin' from walkin' in the woods

You can bet I'd be sittin' pretty good

High on a hill looking at a field down wind

If I could make a nickel off of turnin' them bass

Never worry bout the price of gas

I'd be wheelin' and dealin' and sittin' there reelin' 'em in

Huntin', fishin', and lovin' every day

That's the prayer that a country boy prays

Thank God He made me this way

Huntin', fishin', and lovin' every day

Early in the mornin', late in the evenin'

I'm getting red dirt rich and Flint River paid

Huntin', fishin', and lovin' every day

I get a little farm pond buzz

Sound of gravel when I'm backin' up

Pullin' the string on a 9.9 two-stroke (Mercury)

I love it when my baby wants to roll with me

Throws her boots on, climbs in a tree

Tuckin' her hair in my hat and she's ready to go

And we get to huntin', fishin' and lovin' every day

That's the prayer that a country boy prays

Thank God He made me this way

Huntin', fishin' and lovin' every day

Early in the mornin', late in the evenin'

I'm getting red dirt rich and Flint River paid

Huntin', fishin' and lovin' every day

So while y'all are up there

Breathin' in that old dirty air

I'll be down here

Knee-deep in the Muckalee

Huntin', fishin' and lovin' every day

I wanna see them tall pines sway

Y'all close them eyes, let's go there in our minds

Huntin', fishin', and lovin' every day

That's the prayer this country boy prays

Thank God He made me this way

Huntin', fishin' and lovin' every day

Black coffee in the mornin, dark whiskey in the evenin'

I'm gettin' red dirt rich and Flint River paid

Huntin', fishin' and lovin' every day

Won't you come along with me

Won't you come along with me

I know you wanna see

Huntin', fishin', and lovin' every day

He's Sitting Down ^

I chose this song because my family always had a party the weekend of the 4th of July at my aunts house, and every year my whole family would sing this song at the top of our lungs. But my aunt passed away last year so we haven't had any family get togethers and this July we probably won't either. The parties were held at her house but now that she's gone the house is always sad and gloomy, and nobody really feels comfortable being there without her, and whenever this song comes on it makes me think of my aunt and her parties.

This poem correlates to this song because the whole poem is basically describing the country and so is the song.

Identification and analysis of literary devices found in the song:

Imagery: The song literally describes different scenery every other sentence from it being hills, to a field, to the woods, to a lake where they're fishing at.

Identification and analysis of literary devices found in the poem:

Irony: You don't expect the kids to jump off the beam.

Identification and analysis the poem’s themes:

The theme of the poem I chose would be patriotic because it's all about being outside and doing country stuff.

The theme of the song would also being patriotic because it's all about fishing and hunting and being outdoors.

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