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 MIDSUMMER NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE STANZAS FOR MUSIC (3) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 78. BODY'S BEAUTY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |
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