Welcome, welcome, little stranger, Fear no harm, and fear no danger; We are glad to see you here, For you sing, “Sweet Spring is near.”
Now the white snow melts away; Now the flowers blossom gay: Come, dear bird, and build your nest, For we love our robin best.
Poem by Louisa May Alcott
Louisa May Alcott was one of four daughters born to Bronson and May Alcott. Louisa worked from an early age to help with expenses. She worked as a governess, a seamstress, a laundress, and a nurse but, at heart, she was always a writer. Her first book was published at the age of 23. Louisa’s best known work is Little Women, which has never been out of print since it was first published in 1868; it has been translated into more than fifty languages.
Beautiful Painting by Susan Bourdet’s Garden Delights- Robins
The big old gray owl, how wise he can be,
Hiding from hunters that will never see.
Sitting in plain sight on a branch of a tree,
Blending with the bark will keep him free.
When night slips in and the darkness takes hold,
You can be sure that slick owl will get very bold.
The depth of his sound reaches beneath every root,
Filling chilled air with that mysterious familiar hoot.
Other then his big round eyes of a bright yellow,
The quick turning of his head, what a smart fellow.
Many claims are made that the owl is very wise,
There can be no doubt for look at that disguise.
Author Eileen Clark 2022
There is no time like Spring, When life’s alive in everything, Before new nestlings sing, Before cleft swallows speed their journey back Along the trackless track – God guides their wing, He spreads their table that they nothing lack, – Before the daisy grows a common flower Before the sun has power To scorch the world up in his noontide hour…
by Christina Georgina Rossetti
Christina Georgina Rossetti was an English writer of romantic, devotional and children’s poems, including “Goblin Market” and “Remember”. Wikipedia
The definition for “Elegance” I think it would surprise you of just how many of these old Victorian homes are scattered all through out the United States and around the world! If I were younger and had a lot more money, a lot more money I would definitely be living in a Victorian house right now.
Barrow County, Georgia
If your wondering why I have posted Victorian houses on our poetry blog today, it’s because when I look at a Victorian home I see poetry. Every detail of these house were crafted with not just necessity but beauty. From the archways to the door knobs and door hinges it was pure art and pride…..pride, something that’s missing these days. To many, this kind of decor would be just too much, you know, too busy, also too much work and upkeep. Notice how many different colors are painted on one house. Folks were not afraid to express themselves. The homes had large beautiful porches and they made good use of them, totally awesome!
Entrance way to the Calhoun Mansion built in 1876, Charleston, South Carolina, also called a foyer. I love foyers, the one below would be my choice. Foyers were and still are as big as a large bedroom in today’s
The Calhoun Mansion, the largest residence in Charleston, has 35 rooms, a grand ballroom, Japanese water gardens, and 23 fireplaces. Can you imagine living here!!
Claude McKay, who was born in Jamaica in 1889, wrote about social and political concerns from his perspective as a black man in the United States, as well as a variety of subjects ranging from his Jamaican homeland to romantic love.