Monday, May 25, 2009

Our Evening Hike in Poems

Uphill by Christina Rossetti
Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.

Could it Have Been a Shadow? by Monica Shannon
What ran under the rosebush?
What ran under the stone?
Could it have been a shadow,
Running away alone?
Maybe a fariy's shadow,
Slipping away at dawn
To guard a gleaming pot of gold
For a busy leprechaun.

A Bird by Emily Dickinson
A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angleworm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
And then he drank the dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.

Snail by Langston Hughes
Little snail,
Dreaming you go.
Weather and rose
Is all you know.
Weather and rose
Is all you see,
Drinking
The dewdrop's
Mystery.


Robin Egg Springtime by Don Iannone
So much to delight about in springtime—

Fresh green buds on trees, crocuses, daffodils, tulips
But nothing matches a pastel blue robin egg
To ignite spring feelings within me.


The Song of the Toad by John Burroughs
Have you heard the blinking toad
Sing his solo by the river
When April nights are soft and warm,
And spring is all a-quiver?
If there are jewels in his head
His wits they often muddle
For his mate will lay her eggs
Into a drying puddle.


Tiny Seed by Cathy Drinkwater
Tiny seed, here in my hand,
Where do you hide your plant?
I've tried to find your roots and leaves,
But somehow I just can't.
It must be magic, I believe,
That a tree so big and tall
Could sprout up from this tiny seed
So very, very small.


Be Different to Trees by Mary Carolyn Davies
The talking oak
To the ancients spoke.
But any tree
Will talk to me.
What truths I know
I garnered so.
But those who want to talk and tell,
And those who will not listeners be,
Will never hear a syllable
From out the lips of any tree.


Cycle by Langston Hughes
So many little flowers
Drop their tiny heads
But newer buds come to bloom
In their place instead.
I miss the little flowers
That have gone away.
But the newly budding blossoms
Are equally gay.


From Nature with Love!



I'd Love to be A Fairy's Child by Robert Graves
Children born of fairy stock
Never need for shirt or frock,
Never want for food or fire,
Always get their heart's desire:
Jingle pockets full of gold,
Marry when they're seven years old.
Every fariy child may keep
Two strong ponies and ten sheep;
All have houses, each his own,
Built of brick or granite stone;
They live on cherries, they run wild-
I'd love to ba a Fariy's child.

23 comments:

Penny said...

We spent some time memorizing that Emily Dickenson poem last year. We love it!! Have you seen the Dover poetry coloring books? We have 2 of them and they've been a great resource. Hope you're having a great day.

Jess said...

The picture of the frog is transcendent.

Shady Lady said...

The photos are amazing and the poems are perfect. I will share these with Princess later today.

Penny, thanks for the coloring book suggestion!

Lisa said...

Penny, no I haven't seen them. Thanks for the recommendation. :) -Lisa

Joy said...

Love the photos and the poems. That last picture of Araina is adorable. :) It sounds like a great hike!

Sara said...

What lovely photos. And the words are just as lovely.

kristen said...

Everything about this post is perfect!

Annie said...

What beautiful photos, Lisa! Looks like fun!

Tara said...

Is there anything sweeter than the face of that small toad peeking up over gently clasped hands??

Lovely photographs partnered with lovely words... well done.

jumbleberryjam said...

What can I say? You've done it again...absolutely amazing. I love the photos and the wonderful poetry. You make my world a happier place. Thank you!

Tammie Lee said...

Oh my goodness, this is a wonderful post. Such a grand walk and amazing stash of poems. Thank you!

Erin said...

What a beautiful post! A few of those pictures in the forest really reminded me of a place we used to live in OR. It brought back a lot of nice memories...

Dawn said...

All such wonderful poems, and beautiful photos! Your evening hike looks like a good time.

Louise said...

Lovely post Lisa, I am really enjoying your poetry offerings.

Lisa said...

Thank you for that walk down poetry lane!!

Cassi said...

Lovely!

Mariah said...

Inspiring!

Toni said...

lovely,lovley,lovely:-) I love coming by here for a visit it is always so refreshing. Looks like a wonderful hike the poetry was so delightful. wish we where neighbors so we could join in:-)

therese said...

'from nature with love' - thank you :)

sunnymama said...

Such a beautiful post! I love it :)

Maureen said...

What a beautiful nature....

sarah in the woods said...

What a great post! So enjoyable. (And if being a fairy's child means you can have ten sheep, then I want to be one too!)

Leanne said...

Wow Lisa...what a hike...and those perfect poems to go with it all... the blue of that eggshell is just the prettiest as are the girls summer skirts and dresses...so very sweet.