5 09 2014

It seems a day
(I speak of one from many singled out)
One of those heavenly days that cannot die;
When, in the eagerness of boyish hope,
I left our cottage-threshold, sallying forth
With a huge wallet o’er my shoulders slung,
A nutting-crook in hand; and turned my steps
Tow’rd some far-distant wood, a Figure quaint,
Tricked out in proud disguise of cast-off weeds
Which for that service had been husbanded,
By exhortation of my frugal Dame,
Motley accoutrement, of power to smile
At thorns, and brakes, and brambles,, and, in truth,
More ragged than need was! O’er pathless rocks,
Through beds of matted fern, and tangled thickets,
Forcing my way, I came to one dear nook
Unvisited, where not a broken bough
Drooped with its withered leaves, ungracious sign
Of devastation; but the hazels rose
Tall and erect, with tempting clusters hung,
A virgin scene!, A little while I stood,
Breathing with such suppression of the heart
As joy delights in; and, with wise restraint
Voluptuous, fearless of a rival, eyed
The banquet;, or beneath the trees I sate
Among the flowers, and with the flowers I played;
A temper known to those, who, after long
And weary expectation, have been blest
With sudden happiness beyond all hope.
Perhaps it was a bower beneath whose leaves
The violets of five seasons re-appear
And fade, unseen by any human eye;
Where fairy water-breaks do murmur on
For ever; and I saw the sparkling foam,
And, with my cheek on one of those green stones
That, fleeced with moss, under the shady trees,
Lay round me, scattered like a flock of sheep,
I heard the murmur, and the murmuring sound,
In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay
Tribute to ease; and, of its joy secure,
The heart luxuriates with indifferent things,
Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones,
And on the vacant air. Then up I rose,
And dragged to earth both branch and bough, with crash
And merciless ravage: and the shady nook
Of hazels, and the green and mossy bower,
Deformed and sullied, patiently gave up
Their quiet being: and, unless I now
Confound my present feelings with the past;
Ere from the mutilated bower I turned
Exulting, rich beyond the wealth of kings,
I felt a sense of pain when I beheld
The silent trees, and saw the intruding sky.,
Then, dearest Maiden, move along these shades
In gentleness of heart; with gentle hand
Touch, for there is a spirit in the woods.

William Wordsworth


Appalachian Stream




5 responses

6 09 2014
Vinny Grette

Your poem about nuts is beautiful and SOOOO much better than my lame efforts :). My nutty soliloquy starts here – But my fave is posted in my “Where’s Walnuts…”: link at bottom of this post. Sadly, you have to keep clicking to see the other verses, which seem to get worse rather than better :(. But the recipes and nutrition info is great !!! haha

9 09 2014
D. Raymond-Wryhte

Hi. Thanks for reading. Do take note, just in case you didn’t, that the poem is by William Wordsworth. That explains why it’s soooo good. Your rhymes, by the way, serve their purpose. If you teach children about nutrition, your little poems will make your efforts more memorable to them. Getting kids -as well as adults – to eat well is no small task. Getting them to remember what and why is also no small task. Keep trying!

9 09 2014
Vinny Grette

hahaha – I guess I have an ear for good poetry I never knew I had! Thanks so much for your words of encouragement :). In my next post I’m going to try to flog carrots as a dessert… that will indeed be an uphill battle (as it is not carrot cake 🙂 ).

10 09 2014
D. Raymond-Wryhte

I’ve had some candied carrots that would work well enough as a dessert. They were cut into round balls to make them look more interesting. Honey can be used as a sweetener … which, of course, is in addition to what the carrots already have. Some hybrids are sweeter than others, as you probably know. Nuts can be added as part of the coating. I daresay that, almost anything you can do with sweet potatoes and yams, you can do with carrots. Carrots and raisins go together … maybe add some coconut.

13 09 2014
Vinny Grette

Great ideas!

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