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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ALONG THE WALLAWHATOOLA, by MARY STUART WAMSLEY
First Line: What wondrous sights - what gorgeous scenes
Last Line: A singing, winding water -- wallawhatoola!
Subject(s): Wallawhatoola River, Virginia; Water
First Line: What wondrous sights - what gorgeous scenes
Last Line: A singing, winding water -- wallawhatoola!
Subject(s): Wallawhatoola River, Virginia; Water
What wondrous sights -- what gorgeous scenes
Along your jungled banks there must have been
Through these long years!
What Indian tribes have waded through
Your crystal waters, fresh as dew?
Memories dear, Wallawhatoola!
How many sunsets have been dyed
In your waters, so clear, so wide --
How many dawns!
How many deer have stretched their necks
To drink from your cool, refreshing depths,
And speckled fawns, Wallawhatoola!
All along your twisted banks
Are fields that need your breezes damp
For plentiful farms.
You must have mirrored countless harvests
And the colored hues of autumn forests
In Indian summer, smoky warm, Wallawhatoola!
Thus, ever singing your endless song,
You've wound your pebbly way along
Some small spring's daughter
Till you find rest in some silent sea
In your memory again to be
A singing, winding water -- Wallawhatoola!
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