Tuesday, November 24, 2009
WHEN the summer fields are mown,
When the birds are fledged and flown,
And the dry leaves strew the path;
With the falling of the snow,
With the cawing of the crow,
Once again the fields we mow
And gather in the aftermath.
Not the sweet, new grass with flowers
Is this harvesting of ours;
Not the upland clover bloom;
But the rowan mixed with weeds,
Tangled tufts from marsh and meads,
Where the poppy drops its seeds
In the silence and the gloom.

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
American Poet, Language Professor at Harvard (1807 - 1882)


  1. Have you started taking your Vitamin D supplement? Many people in Yellowknife consider such an addition to their health regiment to be essential to get through the dark times of November - February.

  2. nice poem...but I think Lauralea could write a better one.


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