Along the line of smoky hills
- The crimson forest stands,
- Throughout the autumn lands.
Now by the brook the maple leans,
- With all his glory spread;
- Have turned their green to red.
Now, by great marshes wrapt in mist,
- Or past some river's mouth,
- Wild birds are flying south.
-- William Wilfred Campbell (1860-1919)
Born at Kitchener, Campbell was known as
the poet of the Great Lakes.
He was the author of Lake Lyrics, 1889.
I had to memorize this poem in about Grade 4 . Is anyone else out there familiar with it? I think many Canadians my age may have had to learn it in school too. When I thought I might do a quilt for each season to go with the morning and night one, it popped back into my head.
I have the first two lines done and I think I may stop at the end of the first verse. I'll see how I feel about letter making by then. I have a feeling I'll be over it for awhile. Because there will be such a large area with letters I'll probably just put a couple of borders around it, but you never know with these quilts. It may lead me somewhere else altogether. It would also be a good prospect for a landscape quilt with the words around the border.