In a meadow that I know,Where an inland river rises
And the stream is still and slow;There it wanders under willows
And beneath the silver greenOf the birches' silent shadows
Where the early violets lean.
In a meadow that I know,And the stream is still and slow;And beneath the silver greenWhere the early violets lean.
Other pathways lead to Somewhere,
But the one I love so well
Had no end and no beginning---
Just the beauty of the dell,
Just the windflowers and the lilies
Yellow striped as adder's tongue,
Seem to satisfy my pathway
As it winds their sweets among.
There I go to meet the Springtime,
When the meadow is aglow,
Marigolds amid the marshes,
And the stream is still and slow;
There I find my fair oasis,
And with carefree feet I tread
For the pathway leads to Nowhere,
And the blue is overhead.
All the ways that lead to Somewhere
Echo with the hurrying feet
Of the struggling and the Striving
But the way I find so sweet
Bids me dream and bids me linger---
Joy and Beauty are its goal;
On the path that leads to Nowhere
I have sometimes found my soul.
by Corinne Roosevelt Robinson
ADDITIONAL POET'S CORNERS:
April, 1997
"The Firefly" by Jane Stuart
March, 1997
"Plant a Tree" by Lucy Larcom
February, 1997
"The Daffodils" by William Wordsworth
January, 1997
"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost
December, 1996
"Wintering Rosarians" by Gail Lemnah Barnett
November, 1996
"'Tis the Last Rose of Summer" by Thomas Moore
October, 1996
"Autumn Chant" by Edna St. Vincent Millay
September, 1996
"The Fish" by Elizabeth Bishop
August, 1996
"Departmental" by Robert Frost
July, 1996
"City Flies" by Alan Van Dine
June, 1996
"My Neighbor's Roses" by A.L. Gruber