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Nancy Byrd Turner


Now is the time when cheery crickets
Play their flutes under rusty thickets,

And spry grasshoppers begin to hop
In every meadow, and cannot stop.

And chipmunks scurry along fence rails,
A spark in their eye and a quirk in their tails;
This is the time when rabbits jump
Over each bush and around each stump,

And squirrels scamper among old roots
Or sit up straight with their cheeks full of nuts,

And mushrooms pop right up at my door,
Where there wasnít a one the night before.

This is the time when, try as I will,
And try as I do, I† canít keep still--

Frost in my hair, wind at my heel,
I shanít stop feeling the way I† feel

Till Iíve run up a mountain and then run back.
Rabbits and chipmunks, clear the track!

From Silver Saturday (Dodd, Mead, and Company, 1937).
This poem is in the public domain

Nancy Byrd Turner (1880 - 1971) was born in Virginia. A descendant of both Thomas Jefferson and Pocohantas, Nancy began writing poetry as a child. She studied to become a teacher, and did teach for a few years,†but eventually she became a magazine editor. During the course of her career, she published 15 books, several songs, and her work appeared regularly in the leading magazines of her day. Late in her life, Nancy became a freelance writer and a popular lecturer.

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michael escoubas:
Like the historical caveats that often appear in the poet's bios. Turner is one of those poets who live under the radar for many of us . . . they are a joy to meet and learn more about.
Posted 09/30/2021 01:10 PM
Energetic and fun.
Posted 09/30/2021 11:20 AM
Darrell Arnold:
Fall is my favorite time of year. The elk are bugling, and the bears are eating every last thing they can find to get them through the impending winter. The breeze is a bit crisper, and the leaves are changing colors, rattling, and dropping. It's a fabulous time to be out on a grassy mountainside, with a coat on and the sun shining brightly, and to hunker down near a stump and take a nap.
Posted 09/30/2021 09:07 AM
Janet Leahy:
I like the repeat of 'This is the time". Indeed this is a very special time of year, we love the colors and the cooler air but are somehow wary of what lies ahead.
Posted 09/30/2021 08:08 AM

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