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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OZARKS PICTURESQUE, by DORIS ELIZABETH KROETER First Line: Purpling hills, with silver mist enshrining Last Line: Thanking god that beauty fills his soul. Subject(s): Beauty; Ozarks (mountains) | |||
Purpling hills, with silver mist enshrining The soft velvet green of infant wheat; The river like a silver nymph reclining Amid the blossoms growing at our feet. The scarlet berries of the early haw, The waxen green of native laurel leaves; The tiny budding fruit of lush paw-paw, Solomon seal like pearls bound in fragrant sheaves. The purple-scarlet of the red bud tree, Flung against the list of dogwood white; The two now mingle with the wild cherry Whose first sweet blossoms gladden travelers' sight. The wild plums' creamy blossoms heavily sweet, Lazy drone of bees at honey making; The world would not have been complete Unless God made the Ozarks at awakening. The croak of frogs in duckweed-laden pond The song of katydid secluded in the grass; The chirp of cricket on a lily frond Silenced when the wild things pass. The zoom of dragonflies that glide Like living jewels o'er limpid gem; What beauty in our Ozark countryside To reach the gladdened eye of men! The worker, sweating at the plow, Lapping soil in cool, deep roll, Stops for a second as he works enow, Thanking God that beauty fills his soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHT IN THE OZARKS by OPAL HARDAWAY MOONLIGHT: CHICKENS ON THE ROAD by ROBERT WRIGLEY I LOOKED FOR LIFE AND DID A SHADOW SEE by JAMES GALVIN SLEEPING TOGETHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE LITTLE GIRL FOUND, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE FROM THE DARK TOWER by COUNTEE CULLEN THE STORY OF AUGUSTUS WHO WOULD NOT HAVE ANY SOUP by HEINRICH HOFFMANN |
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