The wind is blowing and it's frigid in the deep South. I'm at my daughter's home in Hattiesburg. I opened the door yesterday to go out and the wind nearly pulled me down the steps. Here's a windy poem, with hopes for the sun.
From The Hanging of the Crane
After a day of cloud and wind and rain
Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again,
And touching all the darksome woods with light,
Smiles on the fields, until they laugh and sing,
Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring
Drops down into the night.
--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I hope the wind will blow you over to Laura Purdie Salas' blog, Writing the World for Kids. Laura is hosting Poetry Friday today.
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I'm waiting for the sun to break out again! Seems like forever since we've seen her!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great ending that poem has! Thanks for sharing. I've never read that one although I love Hiawatha.
ReplyDeleteOoooh--I love the darksome woods and, most of all:
ReplyDeleteThen like a ruby from the horizon's ring
Thanks for this!