Tuesday, May 26, 2020

Poem for a Tuesday in May

 I scanned the cover of this May 1950 New Hampshire Troubadour several years ago and have often used it in May blog posts.  Recently I was dusting the table where my small personal collection of New Hampshire Troubadours is displayed.  I like to keep the current month's issue on top, and when I picked up May 1950 to move it into place,  I smiled, thinking about the apple blossoms that are again filling up the view from our bedroom's dormer window.  I wondered if perhaps I might post something else from this little magazine.

  I  turned the issue over and this is the back cover:

I thought I would share the poem from the back cover today, though I vaguely recalled having written about it before.  Upon searching my blog, I found that indeed I had posted this poem previously, in 2015.  But I'm not even sure anyone read it, as there were no comments.  I decided to share it again, and I hope no one minds.  

It is a short poem titled "Voyager Returned" and the poet is Barbara Terry Grimes.

Voyager Returned

The stillness of Spring Twilight in New Hampshire
awakes emotion deep within my heart.
Though other Springs in other lands held beauty,
still here I have my roots and knew my start.

The stillness of Spring Twilight in New Hampshire
awakes remembrance known and loved before.
My travels never could too firmly hold me; 
This is my home, my own familiar shore.
 ~ Barbara Terry Grimes

I thought this was such a lovely poem, though realistically, twilight in spring here is not particularly still.  One may hear the whining of mosquitoes and black flies along with the peeping and croaking of frogs, and the sound of rushing water as snowmelt tumbles down seasonal waterfalls and into little rapidly-moving brooks.  However, the poem and the thought behind it are both beautiful!

8 comments:

  1. I love that little poem, and I also love that little magazine! I actually used to have a small collection of those also, and I guess I gave them away sometime before we moved because I no longer have them, which kind of makes me sad. But I think I gave them back to the person who had originally given them to me, as she is a Maine/NH native. (Lived in both Fryeburg, ME, and Chatham, NH) I am happy to hear your apple blossoms are blooming now too. Would love to see them. I remember the black flies all too well, and don't miss those at all. We have plenty of mosquitoes in Florida to cover us just fine! But I could tell some tales about the mosquitoes in NH/Maine when we went moose looking in a boggy area on a very warm summer evening... I know you can imagine that for yourself! Thank you for bringing back some fond memories for me. Have a blessed day!!!

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    1. That is so interesting, Pamela, that you also used to have a small collection of NH Troubadours. What an interesting little magazine it was!

      A few years ago someone tried reviving the magazine. It was much more colorful and very nice, but it didn't last.

      The worst mosquitoes I've ever encountered were in Canada: once at a campground on PEI, and once picking blueberries in the far north of Ontario. HUGE mosquitoes and so persistent! But they're bad in Maine and NH too, as you pointed out.

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  2. I love the poem. I remember many years ago I got a subscription to Country magazine. I loved using the pretty pictures on the country on my bulletin boards at school. Many kids don't really travel and seeing the country is good for them. That was a very long time ago, but they always had a poem on the back that I loved to read. It is often those kinds of poems that are the very best.
    I also have quite a stack of old magazines. I have sorted them by seasons mostly or two months. I have probably 10-12 in each stack. I bring them out to relook at them in that month or season. I have found no need to buy new. Saving money and enjoying the old.

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    1. I agree; I do the very same with old magazines. Like you, I have found no need to buy new ones.

      We got Country magazine for many years. Gorgeous photos of our country for sure.

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  3. A lovely poem Mrs T. When I was a child my grandparents got the local magazine, Scenic South. I loved to look at them when I went to their house. Great memories.

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    1. Oh, what fun to have a magazine called Scenic South! I can well imagine how much you would have enjoyed looking at those at your grandparents' home.

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  4. I don't mind. It is a lovely poem and perfectly captures that feeling one has for one's own home in one's own state. The lilacs are blooming so I imagine that the apple blossoms are as well. I think I need to find an apple tree today.

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  5. Oh, I hope you were able to find an apple tree, Vee! Our apple blossoms are starting to look a bit shabby; I imagine the heat has done them in. The petals are dropping like crazy. Our lilacs are just coming out now. I've been enjoying watching yellow butterflies on the lilac blossoms.

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