“Should you ask me whence these stories,
Whence these legends and traditions,
With the odors of the forest,
With the dew and damp of meadows,
With the curling smoke of wigwams,
With the rushing of great rivers,
With their frequent repetitions,
And their wild reverberations,
As of thunder in the mountains?
“I should answer, I should tell you,
From the forests and the prairies,
From the great lakes of the Northland,
From the land of the Ojibways,
From the land of the Dacotahs,
From the mountains, moors, and fen-lands
Where the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah,
Feeds among the reeds and rushes.
“I repeat them as I heard them,
From the lips of Nawadaha,
The musician, the sweet singer.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
From The Song of Hiawatha
Each and every Autumn
The Northwood calls to me
And, each and every Autumn
It is the place, where I long to be
It is here, I love to wander and to camp, with my canines
Taking in all the glorious sights, and marveling at the trees
And here, I always bring along Longfellow’s epic old poem
After all these many years, his words above, still captivate me
There are many captivating Native American legends and stories
Concerning these glorious woods, its lakes, and the wildlife here
From the melodious forest songbirds, and the mesmerizing loons
To the majestic timber wolves, blue herons, and white-tailed deer
I could happily spend the rest of my remaining time, on this planet of ours
Wandering these woods and these lakes, marveling at the wonder, of them all
And since I can once again hear the enchanting Call of the Northwood right now
I will be wandering here, to once again bask in its truly glorious, Spectacle of Fall
Each and every Autumn,
The Northwood calls to me;
And, each and every Autumn,
It is the place, where I long to be.
©Northwood Autumn Sojourn 2012, Mr. Ed
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nature, it is an offering to us that
is priceless and so fulfilling...
It is where we innately belong...
thank you for the beautiful picture
you have painted for us to journey
along with you... sigh...
Love and Light
Lily
Blessings,
Christine
*Mr Ed* and so appropiately
You at home with nature
and tributes to Longfellow
Lady Vivian
Truely Enjoyed!
Deborah
Anna
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D
budd
Beauty of the northwood in fall splendor. Longfellow's poetry
is nature and Native American Indians as to one spirit.
Your spirit is kindred to his.
Lady Mary Ann
Ron