Happy birthday, Braden! I bet you're swift as a deer. Here's a deer poem for you: When the Deer Come Down to Drink by: Arthur Guiterman (1871-1943)
When the deer come down to drink, Their antlers shake the dark wild cherries; The moss in which their small hoves sink Is gemmed with scarlet partridge-berries.
They glide where waves of bracken veil Some fallen forest king's disaster, Or Indian-pipe are clustered pale On stems of moonlit alabaster.
The bucks with proud heads lead the way Through rocky glade and ferny hollow; The does, with dappled fawns that play As softly as their shadows, follow.
Among the oaks a squirrel chirrs; A porcupine--the lubbard!--lurches With rattling quills among the firs, A blue-jay scolds among the birches--
Then all is still. A furtive mink Alone steals up through brush and cumber To watch the deer come down to drink And feed where water-lilies slumber.
I have jt wonder if Arthur Guiterman has been in my neighhborhood. He fails to mention the cherry trees are picked clean and that the pond is a suburban koi pond in a neighborhood over run by deer and varmints.
10 comments:
Happy birthday, Braden! That's picture really captures a happy feeling.
lisa
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Enjoy your day Braden!
Monica
Happy birthday, Braden! I bet you're swift as a deer. Here's a deer poem for you:
When the Deer Come Down to Drink
by: Arthur Guiterman (1871-1943)
When the deer come down to drink,
Their antlers shake the dark wild cherries;
The moss in which their small hoves sink
Is gemmed with scarlet partridge-berries.
They glide where waves of bracken veil
Some fallen forest king's disaster,
Or Indian-pipe are clustered pale
On stems of moonlit alabaster.
The bucks with proud heads lead the way
Through rocky glade and ferny hollow;
The does, with dappled fawns that play
As softly as their shadows, follow.
Among the oaks a squirrel chirrs;
A porcupine--the lubbard!--lurches
With rattling quills among the firs,
A blue-jay scolds among the birches--
Then all is still. A furtive mink
Alone steals up through brush and cumber
To watch the deer come down to drink
And feed where water-lilies slumber.
happy birthday Braden!!
tx
we love you!
tx
I have jt wonder if Arthur Guiterman has been in my neighhborhood. He fails to mention the cherry trees are picked clean and that the pond is a suburban koi pond in a neighborhood over run by deer and varmints.
Sorry to ruin the poem.
lisa
Yeah, I wondered why there were any dark wild cherries left to shake.
braden says...
thanks! that poem made me hungry for deer steaks... :3
Hope it was a great day Braden!
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