I’ve been reading the poetry of Corinne Roosevelt Robinson this week. Here’s one I hope you enjoy:
Published 1914, Charles Scribner’s Sons.
The rhythm and rhyme of a well-written poem can transport us so quickly, taking us deeper into a time or place than an entire chapter of prose.
I love the way this one feels. Like riding a horse, loping along through the long green blades of rye, relaxed and one with the world.
We have a busy week ahead, sailing Fall Series Race No. 1 tonight, then heading to Niagara-on-the-Lake tomorrow. It looks like we may have a southeast breeze, which would be perfect for an upwind start. You never know!
Thanks so much for riding along on this Journey of Discovery. A special thanks and shoutout to Vintage Cafe for recommending this journal!
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One more from the same book of poetry:
When I was a kid there were lots of Bob-whites around. I so love to hear a Bob-white call out! “Bob WHITE!” And they are almost impossible to see! They don’t fly until you are practically standing on them. But I must disagree with Mrs.Robinson on one point: I don’t think them plain at all!
They are Beautiful! Above: Bob-white quail. Credit CreativeCommons, Wikipedia
Thanks so much for reading, liking, sharing, and hanging out here.
I love the poetry 🥰