Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON BIG SANDY RIVER, by EFFIE WALLER SMITH Poet's Biography First Line: The sun-bathed hills were beautiful Last Line: On dear old sandy river. Subject(s): Boats; Rivers | ||||||||
The sun-bathed hills were beautiful, The day was rich and fair The wind was blowing fresh and cool, The atmosphere was rare. When merry and light hearted in A "Jack-boat" painted red Seeking some far off woodland scene We up the Sandy sped. Far up the rippling, winding stream We found a pleasant spot, 'Twas beautiful in the extreme -- Hid from the sunbeams hot. The branches of the sycamore With spreading branches wide Made a lovely archway o'er The river from each side. We pushed our boat toward the shore And caref'ly tied her to A drooping branch of sycamore Which near the water grew. Along the shady, sandy bank Where grew the peppermint Among the willows tall and rank We left our deep feet's print. On a large rock smooth and bare We stopped awhile; and ate A most delicious dinner there Which we'll not soon forget. When shadows of the evening showed Upon the mountain green Our painted boat we lightly rowed Adown the rippling stream. With happy minds we homeward went Thinking we would never Forget the pleasant day we'd spent On dear old Sandy River. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RIVERS INTO SEAS by LYNDA HULL TO A WOMAN GLANCING UP FROM THE RIVER by LARRY LEVIS TWO-RIVER LEDGER by KHALED MATTAWA HE FINDS THE MANSION by JAMES MCMICHAEL THE RIVERS by CLARIBEL ALEGRIA VERMILION FLYCATCHER, SAN PEDRO RIVER, ARIZONA by MARGARET ATWOOD THE PORCH OVER THE RIVER by WENDELL BERRY THE RIVER BRIDGED AND FORGOT by WENDELL BERRY A GOOD-BYE by EFFIE WALLER SMITH |
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