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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE SAN JOAQUIN, by NORMAN HUTCHINSON First Line: Across the hills the screeching blue-jays fly Last Line: Across the hills. Subject(s): Bluejays | |||
ACROSS the hills the screeching blue-jays fly In countless flocks, and as they hasten by The children look up from their merry play To watch them slowly, slowly fade away; And night steals up the corners of the sky. No silent, trembling star shines there, on high; The hollow rivers, that were still and dry, Begin to murmur; falls a gentle spray Across the hills. The stubble colors through the fallen hay, And infant grasses pin the moistened clay; The drooping trees shake off their dust and sigh; And waking nature, with a gladdened eye, Beholds the summer lose its ending day, Across the hills. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER BLUEJAY by SARA TEASDALE I'M A BLUEJAY by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN KING BLUE JAY by SUSAN HARTLEY SWETT OH YOU ARE COMING by SARA TEASDALE THOUGHTS ON THE COMMANDMENTS by GEORGE AUGUSTUS BAKER JR. THE KINGFISHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES IN FLANDERS FIELDS by JOHN MCCRAE |
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