Songs of the Wind on a Southern Shore, and other Poems of Florida
“Golden Days on the Oklawaha”
by George E. Merrick
The author admires the nature along the banks of the Oklawaha River.
The author admires the nature along the banks of the Oklawaha River.
A man and woman wish for a child. One winter they decide to create a snow child, and are shocked to see their creation miraculously come to life. They treat the child, Snowflake, as their own and shower her with love and affection. Unfortunately the arrival of spring brings changes that cause unhappiness.
"Wen I git up in de mo’nin’ an’ de clouds is big an’ black,"
A short story about a robin who flies north in the springtime, builds a nest for his mate, and migrates south for the winter.
One dignity delays for all
The natural beauty of the Tamiami Trail is described.
A poem about the ringing of the bells in a Flemish belfry
They surrounded the boat house where they suspected the man to be. However, it was just the dummy Sam was making and they all laughed at their paranoia.
A poem about violence and war.
The author imagines the life and hardships experienced by the deceased.
"Thou wouldst be loved?—then let thy heart"
The grass so little has to do, —
Nature and the movement of clouds at dusk ignite the author's imagination.
The moon cast an eery glow over the landscape of St. Augustine.
Tired with all these for restful death I cry
As they prepare for the race and practice their courses, a suspicious boat turns the corner and runs into the motor-boat. A gash under the water line is left in the side of the boat and the boys await to hear if they are out of the race.
I started early, took my dog
The adventures of the angel fish are imagined.
When my love swears that she is made of truth
The boys head for the Thousand Islands and discuss what to do about their rude passenger. They see the Varmint II and speak of racing the boats again.
The two girls they met earlier fell out of their canoe and nearly drown. The boys save them and wait in the motor-boat until they can get them home.
Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy
Sunset transforms the tropical landscape.