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FISHING TIME

I hear the music of the crow
In yonder swinging pine,
The melody is somewhat crude.
But still Spring’s welcome sign;
The fat and perky robin sings
From early morn till night;
The blackbird in the willow pours
A song of rare delight;
The perch and bass are calling me
To seek a sunny nook–
I’ll take my pipe and fishing-rod
And steal down to the brook.

How sweet the sun is shining now,
Spring’s blue is in the air,
The flowers just touch the velvet green,
In clusters here and there;
There’s beauty rare in every leaf
That whispers in the breeze,
And something magic in the life
That wakens in the trees
The perch and bass are calling me
To seek a sunny nook–
I’ll take my pipe and fishing-rod,
And steal down to the brook.

Canada First and Other Poems
1920 Canada First and Other Poems By James A. Ross

SUMMER

Welcome again thou glorious season,
Quick following Spring’s decay,
With breezes light and flowers so bright,
To cheer us on our way.

You spread your beauties all around,
The Earth, the Air, the Seas,
The birds sweet song, it echoes long
Amid the swaying trees.

Oh, gently zephyrs of the South!
That fan the fragrant flowers,
How light you play throughout the day,
Among the shady bowers.

How grand the fields of golden grain,
Beneath the summer skies,
With waving motion, like rolling ocean,
The tall stalks fall and rise.

We view the sun at summer eve,
The day well nigh passed by;
Its golden light so wondrous bright,
Illumes the western sky.

Thou richest season of the year,
Thy praise we’ll ever sing;
To you we know, much do we owe,
Who all these beauties bring.

Canada First and Other Poems
1920 Canada First and Other Poems By James A. Ross

A SPRING REVERIE


The bumble bees are buzzin’ all around the dandelion,
And the blackbirds through the sky blue are here and there a-flyin’;
The grass is growin’ fresh and green and the lilacs peekin’ out,
And the smell of Spring is in the air and everywhere about;
The crows are sittin’ on the fence and loudly cryin’, “Caw!”
And seems to me it’s fishin’ time in the dear old Chippewa.
The sleepy pussy willows are a swayin’ in the breeze;
A hundred gladsome sing birds are all singin’ in the trees;
The bull-frog joins the chorus with his Springtime melody,
And the balmy air is full of light as far as eye can see;
The women-folk are cleanin’ house–I hear their loud hurrah;
And seems to me it’s fishin’ time in the dear old Chippewa.

Canada First and Other Poems
1920 Canada First and Other Poems By James A. Ross

DREAM DAYS

June days are dream days,
Blue skies all aglow;
Song-birds are crooning mysterious lays,
Romanies come and go.
June days are dream days,
All of the muses know;
Sunbeams are dancing with shimmering rays,
Wherever streamlets flow.

June days are dream days,
Visions of long ago;
Roses are blooming in all sunny ways,
Lovers are whispering low,
June days are dream days,
Memories tell me so;
Spirit of love-time in sweet summer haze,
Wherever roses grow.

Canada First and Other Poems
1920 Canada First and Other Poems By James A. Ross

THE LURE OF SPRING

When the Sun is winking early
In the gray dawn of the East;
And shines all day in his sleepy way,
His warming rays increased;
When the musk-rat haunts the marshes
All along the silver stream,
And the black-bird’s glee, rings out “ch-wee”
A song like a golden dream;
‘Tis then the pulse of days long gone
Beats strong in every vein,
For the lure of Spring has a captive ring,
And we are young again.
When the velvet grass is sprinkled
With the dandelion’s gold;
And the bumble-bees, “neath the willow trees,
Are growing very bold;
When the chubs and red-fins gambol
Up and down the old mill race,
And the butterflies and the dreamy skies,
Are smiles on Nature’s face;
‘Tis then the memories come once more,
But Time should not complain,
For the lure of Spring has a captive ring,
And we are young again.

Canada First and Other Poems

1920 Canada First and Other Poems By James A. Ross