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Along The River
Wabasha County, Minnesota
Photographs provided by Linda Noll





I remember the river
Dewy and secretive in the spring morning mist
Refreshing and flowing in the summer afternoon heat
Scowling and furious in the autumn evening storms
Frozen and patient in its winter night dreams


   



   

I remember the roads along the river
The little wild roses that grew in every margin
The sun-swept fields releasing their rich green odors
The tidy farms along the way
And the road that took me home


   



I remember the farms ~ so neat and clean
with snug little houses and massive barns
the cows and horses, pigs and sheep
fat and glistening in the knee-deep grass
the garden plot proudly laid out
to be visible from the road

   



   


I Remember Home



Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ~ Sunrise on the Hills

I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch
Was glorious with the sun's returning march,
And woods were brightened, and soft gales
Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales.
The clouds were far beneath me; bathed in light,
They gathered mid-way round the wooded height,
And, in their fading glory, shone
Like hosts in battle overthrown.
As many a pinnacle, with shifting glance.
Through the gray mist thrust up its shattered lance,
And rocking on the cliff was left
The dark pine blasted, bare, and cleft.
The veil of cloud was lifted, and below
Glowed the rich valley, and the river's flow
Was darkened by the forest's shade,
Or glistened in the white cascade;
Where upward, in the mellow blush of day,
The noisy bittern wheeled his spiral way.

I heard the distant waters dash,
I saw the current whirl and flash,
And richly, by the blue lake's silver beach,
The woods were bending with a silent reach.
Then o'er the vale, with gentle swell,
The music of the village bell
Came sweetly to the echo-giving hills;
And the wild horn, whose voice the woodland fills,
Was ringing to the merry shout,
That faint and far the glen sent out,
Where, answering to the sudden shot, thin smoke,
Through thick-leaved branches, from the dingle broke.

If thou art worn and hard beset
With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget,
If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep
Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep,
Go to the woods and hills! No tears
Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.



Shenendoah ~ Traditional
Arranged and Sequenced by Barbara Koska Timm


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