I am on a Little House kick... again. While I am spending long hours painting (and painting), I have been re-listening to all the stories on audio cd. In the evenings, before I crash into a Sherwin-Williams scented sleep, I have been enjoying some of the other writings of Laura Ingalls Wilder, such as A Little House Reader and A Little House Sampler. I never knew, before discovering these two books, what a prolific poet Laura was! The poem below is one of my favorites. It is on the first page of A Little House Reader and has no title attached to it:
Oh read me a story and let me forget
This brain racking worry, this wearying fret
Read me of when the harp was still strung
To the bold and free ditty the minstrel had sung;
When at my lord’s coming the joy bells were rung
When all hearts were merry and the world was still young
When honor was common and knavery rare
The men were all gallant, the women all fair:
And when sweetest sad music was heard in the air
Sailors knew that mermaidens were combing their hair.
So come read the tale, dear, and let us forget
This present day hurry and struggle and fret.
~ Laura Ingalls Wilder