Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ALONG THE WALLAWHATOOLA, by MARY STUART WAMSLEY First Line: What wondrous sights - what gorgeous scenes Last Line: A singing, winding water -- wallawhatoola! Subject(s): Wallawhatoola River, Virginia; Water | ||||||||
What wondrous sights -- what gorgeous scenes Along your jungled banks there must have been Through these long years! What Indian tribes have waded through Your crystal waters, fresh as dew? Memories dear, Wallawhatoola! How many sunsets have been dyed In your waters, so clear, so wide -- How many dawns! How many deer have stretched their necks To drink from your cool, refreshing depths, And speckled fawns, Wallawhatoola! All along your twisted banks Are fields that need your breezes damp For plentiful farms. You must have mirrored countless harvests And the colored hues of autumn forests In Indian summer, smoky warm, Wallawhatoola! Thus, ever singing your endless song, You've wound your pebbly way along Some small spring's daughter Till you find rest in some silent sea In your memory again to be A singing, winding water -- Wallawhatoola! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STARS WHICH SEE, STARS WHICH DO NOT SEE by MARVIN BELL WASHING OUR HANDS OF THE REST OF AMERICA by MARVIN BELL WATER, WINTER, FIRE by MARVIN BELL ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |
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