by Pa Rock
Poetry Appreciator
Spring arrived here in the rugged Ozarks last Saturday, and then sadly it blew away.
According to my old friends, the groundhogs, several of whom live quite comfortably in burrows beneath Rock's Roost, spring should have arrived shortly after Groundhog's Day this past February 2nd when a heavily overcast sky prevented any of them from seeing their shadows, but that didn't happen. Now the calendar tells us to expect spring to commence a week from Wednesday, on March 20th.
We'll see if that happens according to schedule or not.
There was a preview of spring last Saturday when temperatures warmed into the sixties, and strong breezes were suddenly ripping through the warming skies. Rosie and I spent much of that day out in the yard gathering sticks and brush that had fallen from our many trees over the course of the winter, but with the day's high winds, new limbs were landing on the ground faster than we could drag them off! Even with the futility of our chore, it was a glorious day to be outside and enjoying the fresh warm breezes of what turned out to be just a one-day tease of spring.
Spring is coming, however, it always does! Last Saturday's windstorm was just a preview of coming attractions.
Today's poetry selection is "The Wind" by Robert Louis Stevenson, one of the many verses which the famed author and poet wrote for children, the ones who fly their kites in spring, as well as the ones who reside within us all.
The Wind
By Robert Louis Stevenson
I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies' skirts across the grass.
Oh wind, a blowing all day long!
Oh wind, that sings so loud a song!
I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all.
Oh wind, a blowing all day long!
Oh wind, that sings so loud a song!
O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
Oh wind, a blowing all day long,
O Wind, that sings so loud a song!
Poetry Appreciator
Spring arrived here in the rugged Ozarks last Saturday, and then sadly it blew away.
According to my old friends, the groundhogs, several of whom live quite comfortably in burrows beneath Rock's Roost, spring should have arrived shortly after Groundhog's Day this past February 2nd when a heavily overcast sky prevented any of them from seeing their shadows, but that didn't happen. Now the calendar tells us to expect spring to commence a week from Wednesday, on March 20th.
We'll see if that happens according to schedule or not.
There was a preview of spring last Saturday when temperatures warmed into the sixties, and strong breezes were suddenly ripping through the warming skies. Rosie and I spent much of that day out in the yard gathering sticks and brush that had fallen from our many trees over the course of the winter, but with the day's high winds, new limbs were landing on the ground faster than we could drag them off! Even with the futility of our chore, it was a glorious day to be outside and enjoying the fresh warm breezes of what turned out to be just a one-day tease of spring.
Spring is coming, however, it always does! Last Saturday's windstorm was just a preview of coming attractions.
Today's poetry selection is "The Wind" by Robert Louis Stevenson, one of the many verses which the famed author and poet wrote for children, the ones who fly their kites in spring, as well as the ones who reside within us all.
The Wind
By Robert Louis Stevenson
I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies' skirts across the grass.
Oh wind, a blowing all day long!
Oh wind, that sings so loud a song!
I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all.
Oh wind, a blowing all day long!
Oh wind, that sings so loud a song!
O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
Oh wind, a blowing all day long,
O Wind, that sings so loud a song!
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