With hope for a brighter future and sustained progress for America's girls, I'm sharing this smile-inducing poem by Janet Lewis (1899-1998):
Remembered Morning
The axe rings in the wood,
And the children come,
Laughing and wet from the river;
And all goes on as it should.
I hear the murmur and hum
Of their morning forever.
The water ripples and slaps
The white boat at the dock;
The fire crackles and snaps.
The little noise of the clock
Goes on and on in my heart,
Of my heart parcel and part.
O happy early stir!
A girl comes out on the porch,
And the door slams after her.
She sees the wind in the birch,
And then the running day
Catches her into its way.
Check out today's Poetry Friday Round-Up taking place today at Reflections on the Teche.
"A Family of Birches" by Willard Leroy Metcalf (1907), courtesy The Athenaeum.
Perfect, Diane. Here's to all our girls...and no more slammed doors.
ReplyDeleteAnd they are fully capable of holding them open!
DeleteOh my, I simply adore this poem. It's one I will print and savor. Thank you so much for sharing.
ReplyDeleteSimple and evocative.
DeleteMost definitely smile-making. Thanks for that. :) For someone who hardly watches TV, I was glued to it every evening this week!
ReplyDeleteI watched online, which has its advantages.
DeleteI am hopeful that the door stays open, Diane. The poem is perfect, as were the evening words this week!
ReplyDeleteThe doors will stay open. There's no going back.
DeleteThank you for sharing this beautiful poem. I like the painting with it!
ReplyDeleteYes, isn't it pretty. The artist was born not far from here and I think he captures the region well.
DeleteDefinitely a good week for women!
ReplyDeleteYes, it is!
DeleteThese lines are just lovely, Diane: I hear the murmur and hum
ReplyDeleteOf their morning forever. Thanks for sharing your excitement from the week of happenings at the DNC.
It's a sweet moment--in both the picture and the poem.
DeleteIt's hard not to be proud of this moment in history. The poem you chose is full of vivid imagery. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteWomen can't be held back for much longer.
DeleteHad not come across that poem before, but I love it! Thanks for sharing, Diane.
ReplyDeleteIt certainly describes a NH summer!
DeleteI love poems like that - it captures a moment so vividly. And yay for the girls!
ReplyDelete"Laughing and wet from the river" this line tickles me!
DeleteThis week has been a historic and emotional one. Finally doors are opening so our girls can catch their way!
ReplyDeleteI hope they never take it for granted.
DeleteSo many wonderful sounds and mental pictures in this sweet poem. You always share such treasures! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Keri! That's what a good poem does--begs to be shared.
DeleteLove all the sounds I heard as I read that poem (and in the background, the sound of the glass ceiling being shattered)!!
ReplyDeleteBirds, water, laughter, horseplay, birch trees rustling, ah--I hear it all.
DeleteLovely. Those last two lines are just perfect! Go girl!
ReplyDeleteSimply perfect!
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