My final poem to share

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.

Romance

WHEN I was but thirteen or so
I went into a golden land,
Chimborazo, Cotopaxi
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,— 
Chimborazo, Cotopaxi
Had stolen me away.

I walked in a great golden dream
To and fro from school—
Shining Popocatapetl,
The dusty streets did rule.

I walked home with a gold dark boy
And never a word I'd say,
Chimborazo, Cotopaxi
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;
Chimborazo, Cotopaxi,
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.