Poetry Friday--"Remembered Morning"

Despite your political affiliation, if you're a woman, you have to agree that this has been a historic week for women. A woman from a major party has been nominated to run for President of the United States. It took almost a century from the time women got the right to vote, but we're finally catching up to the rest of the world! Hillary Clinton, you go girl!

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.