By: Becky,
on 10/19/2007
A Vagabond Song by Bliss Carman (1861-1929) There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood -- Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme, With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time. The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry Of bugles going by. And my lonely spirit thrills To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills. There is
By: Becky,
on 6/29/2007
A Happy Canada Day and Happy Independence Day to all, with some poems to mark the occasions. Rivers of Canada by Bliss Carman (1861-1929) O all the little rivers that run to Hudson's Bay, They call me and call me to follow them away. Missinaibi, Abitibi, Little Current--where they run Dancing and sparkling I see them in the sun. I hear the brawling rapid, the thunder of the fall, And when
By: Becky,
on 3/16/2007
Laura, the one child who isn't reciting anything in the speech arts part of the arts festival next week (because she's up to her eyeballs in 4H public speaking), selected this because "it makes me think of Spring": Unicorn by Anne Corkett Unicorn, Unicorn, where have you gone? I've brought you some silver dew out of the dawn. I've put it in buttercups for you to drink and brought you some
