Windy Nights
Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Poetry Friday
In honor of the winds that blew in the cold temperatures last night, here's a little Robert Louis Stevenson:
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I like the word gallop in poetry.
There's a poem I have to find called How I Brought the Good News from Aix to Ghent (or Vice Versa) which has a lot of galloping in it:
I galloped, he galloped, we galloped, they galloped, let us trot.
(not an exact quote, as I've misplaced my book and the web won't find the poem for me...)
FOUND IT!
I sprang to the rollocks and Jorrocks and me
And I galloped, you galloped, we galloped all three...
Not a word to each other; we kept changing place,
Neck to neck, back to front, ear to ear, face to face;
And we yelled once or twice, when we heard a clock chime,
'Would you kindly oblige us, Is that the right time?'
As I galloped, you galloped, we galloped, ye galloped they too have galloped; let us trot.
That's the first stanza. The rest is here: http://www.emule.com/2poetry/phorum/read.php?4,12161,12319
That's so funny,Nancy, I just left you a comment at your site that I found it too!
Yep, only the one you found was the REAL one. Mine was the parody.
(I like the parody better. :) )
Ah well, I tried. :)
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