This was a poem in the anthology my Mum bought me when I was 12 called 'Time's Delight' by Raymond Wilson - it says it is book of poems for all seasons. I love this book, it has many happy memories there are still copies of it around .
I never understood why two volcanoes had stolen the narrator and as I have recently read on another blog it isn't a good poem really - but it does stick in your head and there is something about the names used within the rhythm of poem that makes it work.
WHEN I was but thirteen or so
I went into a golden land,
Took me by the hand.
My father died, my brother too,
They passed like fleeting dreams,
I stood where Popocatapetl
In the sunlight gleams.
I dimly heard the master's voice
And boys far-off at play,—
Had stolen me away.
I walked in a great golden dream
To and fro from school—
The dusty streets did rule.
I walked home with a gold dark boy
And never a word I'd say,
Had taken my speech away.
I gazed entranced upon his face
Fairer than any flower—
O shining Popocatapetl
It was thy magic hour:
The houses, people, traffic seemed
Thin fading dreams by day;
They had stolen my soul away!
W. J Turner (1889-1946)
So that is it - a month of poems (except for the few days when I had no internet). I've enjoyed it. It hasn't diminished my love of poetry in the least in fact it has re lit the spark.