Tuesday, May 26, 2009

"Far From the Madding Crowd"


"It seems to me I'd like to go
Where bells ne'er ring or whistles blow;


Where clocks ne'er strike and gongs ne'er sound,
But where there's stillness all around.

Not real still stillness-just the trees'
Low whisperings or the croon of bees;


The drowsy tinkling of the rill,
Or twilight song of the whippoorwill.



'Twould be a joy could I behold
The dappled fields of green and gold,


Or in the cool, sweet clover lie
And watch the cloud-ships drifting by.


I'd like to find some quaint old boat,
And fold its oars, and with it float




Along the lazy, limpid stream
Where water-lilies drowse and dream.


Sometimes it seems to me I must
Just quit the city's din and dust,


For fields of green and skies of blue;
And say! how does it seem to you?"

~Nixon Waterman

7 comments:

  1. That was beaotiful.Hope you are having a geat ady! Blwssings, Faye

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  2. Thanks for sharing love the pictures, we had thunderstorms here today and have been huddled up reading poems as well ~Blessings

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  3. Oh Marqueta,

    El poema y las fotos son tan lindas.

    Gracias, como siempre, por compartir!

    bendiciones,

    lady m

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  4. Dear Marqueta, your words today reflect what our Prairie Tuesdays have become to me: a rest from the Madding Crowds! (Though we did get on line today to visit the museum site.) I love your words today and the pictures are so lovely. Thanks for sharing them.

    Lynn

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  5. Hi Marquita, so nice to see your sweet girls caring for the wild things around your home. I am an avid rescuer of bumble bees and will be posting about it soon.

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