My oldest daughter wrote this excerpt from Anne of Avonlea in her journal this morning, “so she will never forget it.”
“Look, do you see that poem?” she (Anne) said suddenly, pointing.
“Where?” Jane and Diana stared, as if expecting to see Runic rhymes on the birch trees.
“There…..down in the brook……that old green, mossy log with the water flowing over it in smooth ripples that look as if they’d been combed, and that single shaft of sunlight falling right athwart it, far down into the pool. Oh, the most beautiful poem I ever saw!”
“I should rather call it a picture,” said Jane, “A poem is lines and verses.”
“Oh dear me, no.” Anne shook her head with its fluffy wild cherry coronal positively. “The lines and verses are only the outward garments of the poem and are no more really it than your ruffles and flounces are you, Jane. The real poem is the soul within it…and that beautiful bit is the soul of an unwritten poem. It is not every day one sees a soul…even of a poem.”
(page 111, chapter 13, Anne of Avonlea by L.M.Montgomary)
I think I shall have to add the Anne books to summer reading list again this year! They are always so good no matter how many times you read them!