It's the birthday of poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, born in Portland, Maine (1807). The most well known and best loved poet of his lifetime, he wrote many poems that ordinary Americans memorized and recited in school throughout the nineteenth century and into the first half of the twentieth century. Some of his most popular works were long poems that told stories, poems such as Evangeline (1947), The Song of Hiawatha (1855), and "Paul Revere's Ride" (1863), about the American revolutionary who warned that the British were coming. It begins:
"Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year."
That poem also contains this terrible pun:
... wanders and watches with eager ears
til in the darkness around him he hears
the master of men at the barrack door
the SOUND OF ARMS AND THE TRAMP OF FEET
the measured tread of the grenadiers ...
I made the mistake of memorizing it when I was a teenager and had nothing else to do, and now I can't UN-memorize it!
Memories from youth-
He's a poet,
but don't know it.
His feet show it-
(Yes, I realize that this invites Hugh to jump in with a more adult version)
I like the joke the way it is!
Drat, I already used that wadsworth line in another thread.
There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid.
Geo. Gordon would have enjoyed that wicked rhyme.