The Spirit of the Fall by Danske Dandridge
COME, on thy swaying feet,
Wild Spirit of the Fall!
With wind-blown skirts, loose hair of russet-brown,
Crowned with bright berries of the bitter-sweet.
Trip a light measure with the hurrying leaf,
Straining thy few late roses to thy breast,
With laughter over-gay, sweet eyes drooped down,
That none may guess thy grief.
Dare not to pause for rest
Lest the slow tears should gather to their fall.
But when the cold moon rises o’er the hill,
The last numb crickets cease, and all is still,
Face down thou liest on the frosty ground
Strewed with thy fortune’s wreek, alas, thine all—
There, on a winter dawn, thy corse I found,
Lone Spirit of the Fall.
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Monday, September 27, 2010
Monday, September 21, 2009
Rocky Mountain National Park
M3 wrote this poem today. It seemed appropriate, considering I am so excited about PBS' doc on the National Parks which starts Sunday!
In these impressive slopes
There's many kinds of species
The soil's rich in nutrients
And though you may see feces
The Rockies are the greatest place
Intirely to be
A little sun and so much fun
To him and you and me!
P.S. Thanks to everyone for the supportive words re: M3's homework situation. We met with her teacher, and she was very receptive to our concerns. She said she'd "been paying more attention to M3" since I had stormed in on my rant morning. Maybe the attention is helping M3 stay on task at school or alleviating some of her frustration, because the homework situation has improved. Or maybe it made the teacher realize she was giving too much. I don't know...but it's working for right now!
In these impressive slopes
There's many kinds of species
The soil's rich in nutrients
And though you may see feces
The Rockies are the greatest place
Intirely to be
A little sun and so much fun
To him and you and me!
P.S. Thanks to everyone for the supportive words re: M3's homework situation. We met with her teacher, and she was very receptive to our concerns. She said she'd "been paying more attention to M3" since I had stormed in on my rant morning. Maybe the attention is helping M3 stay on task at school or alleviating some of her frustration, because the homework situation has improved. Or maybe it made the teacher realize she was giving too much. I don't know...but it's working for right now!
Sunday, May 10, 2009
It's Nature's Nature
Whoa! I fell into a hole!
It's nature's nature
Oof! I tripped over a stone!
It's nature's nature
Ugh! I fell into the lake!
Well, it's nature's nature!
--New poem by M3
Happy Mother's Day!
It's nature's nature
Oof! I tripped over a stone!
It's nature's nature
Ugh! I fell into the lake!
Well, it's nature's nature!
--New poem by M3
Happy Mother's Day!
Sunday, March 1, 2009
M3's poem
Untitled as far as I know. She wrote it the other night when she was supposed to be in bed sleeping.
Nature sings,
Nature sings,
Hear it?
Wind blows,
Leaves shake,
Birds sing,
Dogs bark,
Green grass helter-skelter over the ground,
Water ripples,
Nature sings,
Hear it?
Nature sings,
Nature sings,
Hear it?
Wind blows,
Leaves shake,
Birds sing,
Dogs bark,
Green grass helter-skelter over the ground,
Water ripples,
Nature sings,
Hear it?
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