Saturday, November 21, 2009

Classic Autumn Day

I think this poet must have lived in the Northwest...

The Mist and All

I like the fall, The mist and all.
I like the night owl’s lonely call –
And wailing sound of wind around.

I like the grey November day,
And bare, dead boughs,
That coldly sway, against my pane,
I like the rain.

I like to sit and laugh at it –
‘And tend my cozy fire a bit,
I like the fall, The mist and all
~Dixie Willson

Special credit for remembering this poem goes to my Grade 4 teacher - Mr. Rogers. Each and every grey November day it runs through my mind, and every misty, rainy day too in other months. I guess I have to admit rote memorization and recitations are good for something later in life. Cheers Mr. Rogers!


Kelly said...

I love that you still remember that poem. I wish our schools still had kids memorize good poetry.

Jana said...

What a perfect Seattle poem.

Rainy Day Farm said...

What a cute poem. That is perfect for Northwesterners! Happy Thanksgiving!