The Song my Paddle Sings
West wind, blow from your prairie nest,Blow from the mountains, blow from the westThe sail is idle, the sailor too ;O! wind of the west, we wait for you.Blow, blow!I have wooed you so,But never a favour you bestow.You rock your cradle the hills between,But scorn to notice my white lateen.I stow the sail, unship the mast :I wooed you long but my wooing's past ;My paddle will lull you into rest.O! drowsy wind of the drowsy west,Sleep, sleep,By your mountain steep,Or down where the prairie grasses sweep!Now fold in slumber your laggard wings,For soft is the song my paddle sings.August is laughing across the sky,Laughing while paddle, canoe and I, Drift, drift,.............
This is one of Pauline Johnson's popular poems, and just as an example of how wonderful her words make someone visualize the words that are inspired through her great talent.....Poetry!
I did not even know of Pauline Johnson until our DSTC program, and was since inspired by her work.
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