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Poem
October 16, 1932
Atlanta Daily World
Atlanta, Fulton County, Georgia
What is this article about?
A dialect poem evoking an autumn scene in rural Georgia, with golden leaves in trees, whistling wind, and lingering love under starlight, set to banjo music. By Thomas Jefferson Flanagan.
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Up From Georgia With My Banjo
By THOMAS JEFFERSON FLANAGAN
WHEN THE GOLD GETS IN THE TREES
Col' wind is whitlin' thru the sweet potato vine
En the scarecrow is floppin': "Ain't the weather fine!"
The ragweed is siftin' its tassel to the breeze
As the gold comes flashin' gittin' in the trees!
The stars are waitin' for the banjo to start
En poor little dahlia—heaven bless her heart,
Good bye is remblin' as she droops to her knees
Honey when the gold gits to tanglin' in the trees.
Hail to the evenin' an' her shadows of bliss
There are lips still waitin' in the starlight for a kiss
An' love is there yet tho' the brooks' hearts freeze
En there is plenty livin' where the gold's in the trees!
By THOMAS JEFFERSON FLANAGAN
WHEN THE GOLD GETS IN THE TREES
Col' wind is whitlin' thru the sweet potato vine
En the scarecrow is floppin': "Ain't the weather fine!"
The ragweed is siftin' its tassel to the breeze
As the gold comes flashin' gittin' in the trees!
The stars are waitin' for the banjo to start
En poor little dahlia—heaven bless her heart,
Good bye is remblin' as she droops to her knees
Honey when the gold gits to tanglin' in the trees.
Hail to the evenin' an' her shadows of bliss
There are lips still waitin' in the starlight for a kiss
An' love is there yet tho' the brooks' hearts freeze
En there is plenty livin' where the gold's in the trees!
What sub-type of article is it?
Song
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
Love Courtship
What keywords are associated?
Georgia Banjo
Autumn Gold Trees
Dialect Song
Rural Scene
Lingering Love
What entities or persons were involved?
By Thomas Jefferson Flanagan
Poem Details
Title
Up From Georgia With My Banjo When The Gold Gets In The Trees
Author
By Thomas Jefferson Flanagan
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains In Dialect
Key Lines
Col' Wind Is Whitlin' Thru The Sweet Potato Vine
En The Scarecrow Is Floppin': "Ain't The Weather Fine!"
As The Gold Comes Flashin' Gittin' In The Trees!
The Stars Are Waitin' For The Banjo To Start
There Are Lips Still Waitin' In The Starlight For A Kiss
En There Is Plenty Livin' Where The Gold's In The Trees!