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The glad, glad days, and the pleasant ways -
Ho! for the fields and the wildwood!
The scents, the sights, and the dear delights -
Ho! for our care-free childhood!
Heavy the air with a fragrance rare,
Strawberries ripe in the meadow,
Luscious and red where the vines are spread
Thickly in sun and shadow.
The glad, glad days, and the pleasant ways,
Chorus of wild birds calling:
"Strawberry ripe! Ho! strawberry ripe!"
From dawn till the dew is falling.
This poem is in the public domain.
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Jean McKishnie Blewett (1862 – 1934) was a Canadian author, journalist, and poet. Born as Mary Jane McKishnie, and occasionally writing under the pseudonym of Katherine Kent, Jean came from a literary family; her brother, sister, and cousin were all writers. Jean wrote four novels, three collections of poetry, and was an editor for the Toronto Daily Globe for many years. The town of Blewett, Saskatchewan, is said to be named after her.
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Jancan:
Delightful piece with appealing descriptions!
Posted 03/01/2024 10:25 PM
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carlpalmer:
a song in itself, glad-glad to have read it
Posted 03/01/2024 02:08 PM
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Wilda Morris:
Delightful!
Posted 03/01/2024 12:17 PM
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CamilleBalla:
Joyful cadence. Makes me want to get up and on with my (offline) day.
Posted 03/01/2024 11:20 AM
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mail@schoolbusmart.com:
When it comes to picking a strawberry poem, you certainly picked a good ripe one. Randy Mazie.
Posted 03/01/2024 10:09 AM
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cork:
Great internal rhyme. Fixed rhythms.
Posted 03/01/2024 09:10 AM
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Darrell Arnold:
Elegant.
Posted 03/01/2024 08:59 AM
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NormaB:
Lovely as we anticipate spring!
Posted 03/01/2024 07:34 AM
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