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SUMMERLAND, A SONNET FOR CARRIE RICHARDS

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SUMMERLAND, A SONNET FOR CARRIE RICHARDS

A warbling vireo hops from oak to elm.
Your gaze wanders, too. This amphitheater
hosts the lyrical, almost overwhelms,
for beyond the mill ruins, the Grand River

is deep in thought, reflecting. It’s as though myth
lives; Summerland has come to the hillside 
where weathered fieldstones beguile the impish
to dance. They do or else tin flutes will chide.

Though cozy the spot,  the world is at our feet.
Tanned toes can not help but tap. Strong is the lure
of pipes and those songs that dulcimers keep.
When night softly falls, one group brings rapture. 

They sing until stars tire and all are hoarse
like poets rousing words to supplicate verse.







*A contemporary sonnet


This sonnet is for Carrie Richards, an incredible poet, wonderful person,
And true friend. Soup is very lucky to have such a talent, here.

Your words inspire and your sunny smile is always a delight, Carrie. 
Thank you for your friendship! BIG HUG! AND ANOTHER!

The Mill Race Festival bring in folk musicians from around the 
World. The festival, in August, lasts three days and nights. 

The Mill Race park in Cambridge Ontario is so beautiful
That weddings are held there. The park is built on the ruins
Of a mill. Many old stone walls still stand, a canal (the mill race/run)
Meanders through the park. There are many small, wood 
Bridges, gardens and the view across the water is of 
Century old churches with high steeples. 

BLOG TO FOLLOW, NEXT WEEK

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  1. Date: 2/19/2014 9:53:00 AM
    Soupmail, for you, dear Cyndi !!

  1. Date: 2/10/2014 3:27:00 PM
    Bravo!!!! Dear Carrie--great sonnet

  1. Date: 2/4/2014 2:06:00 PM
    As soon as I read this gem ..I knew Carrie would love this...It is so where I would imagine to find her.You're very talented Cyndi..and so is Carrie,mother of poetrysoup.

  1. Date: 2/3/2014 8:39:00 PM
    PS........I am printing this out, and will keep it forever!! (Even the title has me smiling!!) If only I could live up to your kind words!

  1. Date: 2/3/2014 8:38:00 PM
    Oh my goodness, dear Cyndi......this is such a joyful gift to give me, as well as the other Soupers who have been so honored by your pen! I am deeply touched beyond words. Thanks so much.......I am blushing......and I do not blush easily !! Thank you .....you are a sweetheart!

  1. Date: 2/3/2014 6:52:00 PM
    Wonderful Dee, I so remember times like this there is a magic to music outdoors in the fields day or night. [of pipes and those songs that dulcimers keep] so glad for these sonnets what marvels! Hope you had a great day! Light & Love Sis

  1. Date: 2/3/2014 6:47:00 PM
    You've become somewhat of a pro at this Cyndi, I'm sure Carrie will be delighted, I am upon reading your words, big hugs xxx