Poetry Friday

It's Friday and that means time to explore the world of poetry again. I went out looking for a poem about fishing and didn't find anything right away. I'm preparing for class visits next week and didn't have time to do a thorough search so instead I pulled a poem from "Anthology of Minnesota Verse" copyright 1934. So enjoy your weekend of the fishing opener and enjoy the season of spring.

"A Song of Spring"

John Allison Haining

Out on the plain with the gray dusk falling,

Out where the landscape is sear and dun,

I hear the voice of the springtime calling

Its furloughed officers, one by one.

The lark with a voice like a silver bugle

Proudly marshalls his feathered clans;

On the arid wastes where the yield is frugal

And nature's bounty surpasses man's.

Down in the slough, with its new green cover

The wild duck stealthily builds her nest;

The prairie hen and the golden plover

Welcome the season they love the best.

Out where the sun is slowly setting

The prairie kisses the mountain's feet.

The frolicking winids are gay, and fretting

The purple sage that is pure and sweet.

Out on the plains with the new life springing

Forth at the beck of the glowing sun,

The world is filled with a joyous singing

For winter has vanished, his race is run.

I will be taking the top four titles from the Borderland Reads balloting and talk them up in the fifth and sixth grade classes next week and have them vote for their favorite. I will post here next Friday which title will be the summer Borderland Reads title.

Until then,

Diane