Analysis of The Olde Barn
The OLDE BARN;
Part One:
No longer Proud, No longer Grande.
At the foot of the hillside;
Lo, Here I stand.
Through summer's heat
and winter's cold.
Weathering away, and getting OLD.
I remember when they put me here,
It must have been about six score year.
They dragged great logs from yonder wood.
They built me strong, they knew they could.
The red oak was felled and hewed,
to square my sturdy frame.
Those strong and giant trees.
would be never again the same.
They bored my ribs, they notched my back.
the white pine became my skin.
With cedar, my roof was thatched,
all over with shingles thin.
From foundation stones,
I climbed, high up toward the skies.
Along my sides, they cut some squares.
They nailed in window lights,
these to serve so very well,
became for me, my eyes.
To the North, I peer across railroad tracks,
but the stones I cannot see,
of stalwart MEN,
who hewed and sawed;
to cut and fashion ME.
A cock they perched upon my peak,
then wired ME to the ground,
to ward away, lightning strikes,
with all their thunder sound.
At first, they brought the horses gray,
where right beneath their chin,
it only required a little nod,
to reach the brown-oats bin.
At night on four, the mare would stand,
to sleep the hours sound.
Whilst just below the dappled flanks,
her foal lay on the ground.
On hot and sultry summer nights,
I'd watch the white clouds pile,
then brace for storms,
most often wild and vile;
At first a calm, no leaf dare stir,
nor devils of the dust.
Then com'st a whispering wind,
a wise man would never trust,
for shelter soon, he must seek,
from wind and rain, he must.
Dust devils no longer swirl,
up and down the garden path.
They now crouch low, to resign their fate,
to the coming tempest's wrath.
Tumbling weeds are pressed fast, against the picket fence, til 'morrows sun dries their spiny legs, and then, gentle zephyrs roll them back and forth,
in this the world of MEN.
On my wires, I sense the fires,
as St. Elmo's currents creep.
Unlike a ship, I have no hull,
to sail the briny deep. {cont'd}
Scheme | XX AXA XBB XX CCADXD XEXE XFXGXF XHIXH JKXK XEXE AKXK GLXL XMXMJM XNXN XIXXXA |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 011 11 11011101 101101 1111 1101 0101 100010101 101011111 111101111 11111101 11111111 0111101 111101 110101 11100101 11111111 0110111 1101111 1101101 10101 11110101 01111111 110101 1111101 011111 101110111 1011101 1101 1101 110101 01110111 1101101 1101101 111101 11110101 110111 1100100101 110111 11110111 110101 1101011 011101 11010101 110111 1111 110101 11011111 110101 11101001 0111101 1101111 110111 1101101 1010101 111110111 101011 10011110101011111110101101011101 010111 111011010 111101 01011111 110111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 2,180 |
Words | 377 |
Sentences | 30 |
Stanzas | 15 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 3, 3, 2, 6, 4, 6, 5, 4, 4, 4, 4, 6, 4, 6 |
Lines Amount | 63 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 104 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 27 |
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