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Organ grinder poem
Posted by: Sandra S. (69.19.14.---)
Date: September 29, 2009 03:00PM

An elderly friend is trying to remember a poem from childhood that was in a book she lost in a fire. She said the poem goes like this: "In the winter, in the winter when the wind blows cold, I know a little garden where the organ grinder goes." My guess is that she could be remembering it wrong--it may actually say, ". . .when the cold wind blows" because then it would rhyme with the next line. winking smiley At any rate, she is unable to remember what comes after that. I'd love to retrieve it for her and maybe even find the book it's in. Can anyone help? Thanks!


Re: Organ grinder poem
Posted by: Grizzled (24.158.128.---)
Date: September 30, 2009 12:23AM

The Organ Grinders' Garden

by Mildred Plew Meigs

In the winter, in the winter,
When the clouds shake snow,
I know a little garden
Where the organ grinders go;

A cozy little garden
Where the fountain makes a fizz
And round about the lattices
The sunbeams sizz;

Where underneath the bushes
In the nodding afternoons,
The frisky little organs sit
And spill their tinky tunes;

While tingle, tingle, tangle,
Go the pennies in the cup,
As all the baby monkeys
Practice picking pennies up.

In the winter, in the winter,
When the sharp winds blow,
I know a little garden
Where the organ grinders go;

A giddy little garden
Where the fruit is always ripe,
And every grinning grinder
Sits and pulls upon a pipe;

While all the father monkeys
Hang their fezzes on the twigs,
And teach the baby monkeys
How to master little jigs;

Until at last the mothers come,
As day begins to fade,
And tuck the baby monkeys up
To snoozle in the shade.

In the winter, in the winter,
When the clouds shake snow,
I know a little garden
Where the organ grinders go;

A garden where the grinders
And the monkeys on a string
Are pleased to wait serenely
For the coming of the spring.

From: The Organ Grinders' Garden-Poems Younger Children Love, Compiled by Marjorie Barrows, Rand McNally, 1938.

John


Re: Organ grinder poem
Posted by: misterF (91.109.213.---)
Date: September 30, 2009 04:15PM

Nice catch!


Re: Organ grinder poem
Posted by: marian222 (86.155.37.---)
Date: October 01, 2009 12:18PM

Wonderful name for the author, too - I'd love to see her picture.




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