Classic poem of the day
By the shores of Gitchee Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Stood the wigwam of Nokomis
Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis.
Dark behind it rose the forest,
Rose the black and gloomy pine trees,
Rose the firs with cones upon them;
Bright before it beat the water,
Beat the clear and sunny water,
Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water.
There the wrinkled old Nokomis
Nursed the little Hiawatha,
Rocked him in his linden cradle,
Bedded soft in moss and rushes,
Safely bound with reindeer sinews;
Stilled his fretful wail by saying,
" Hush! the Naked Bear will hear thee! "
Lulled him into slumber, singing,
" Ewa-yea! my little owlet!
Who is this that lights the wigwam?
With his great eyes lights the wigwam?
Ewa-yea! my little owlet! "
Many things Nokomis taught him
Of the stars that shine in heaven;
Showed him Ishkoodah, the comet,
member poem of the day
Sometimes we're here, Other times they're here, Maybe we meet. Sometimes breaths heard, Other times felt, Maybe we see. Many times over, things seem colder, Yet love can be retrieved. I remember all, Past, present, future bliss, An endless cycle, Pop told sis.
No contests this week.