Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TUJUNGA, by ISABEL LEWIS First Line: O'er sleepy valley's cherished shrine Last Line: Disturbing not the soul of thee. Subject(s): Wilderness | ||||||||
O'er sleepy valley's cherished shrine, Where inspirations emanate, When clouds hang low o'er Verdugo hills, Every bird flies to its mate. A wild wind breaks the sapling trunk, Of a frail blooming San Juan tree, Whirlwinds of sand, brown rustling leaves, Vanish humming bird and the bee. Great spreading oaks, centuries old, Shoulder flowering arms to earth, The sage brush sways, wild cherries glow, In their Majestic land of birth, Where snowy virgin Yucca brides, With rugged beauty lay their claim, Beneath the grandeur of the skies, All painted silver, gold, and flame. On brilliant magic moonlight nights, Gray boulders shadowed in relief, Rustic ensemble beautiful, Stars magnified beyond belief. The manzanitas tangled paths, Conceal wild life savage and free, With rattlesnakes on sandy loam, Disturbing not the soul of thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WILDERNESS MAN by CARL SANDBURG YOU, FAILED PRONOUN by ELEANOR WILNER THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS by WENDELL BERRY DO YOU FEAR THE WIND? by HAMLIN GARLAND INVERSNAID by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE CALL OF THE WILD by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE ABOVE PATE VALLEY by GARY SNYDER PRIMROSE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |
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