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   year_of_publication="1922"
   year_of_publication="1922"
   genre="Poetry"
   genre="Poetry"
   journal="Touring Topics"
   journal="Motor Land"
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<paragraph keywords="highway, plant, metaphor, road, spring">
<paragraph keywords="highway, plant, metaphor, road, spring">
<poem>
<poem>
O’er the ribboned line Of the Great Highway,
O’er the ribboned line of the Great Highway,
Where the wildflower carpet's laid,
Where the wildflower carpet's laid,
Where the poppy opens her golden cup
Where the poppy opens her golden cup
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<paragraph keywords="snow, lake, animal, sound">
<paragraph keywords="snow, lake, animal, sound">
<poem>
<poem>
Then and dale to the realm of snow.
Then o'er hill and dale to the realm of snow,
To the mirrored lake and rills,
To the mirrored lakes and rills,
While the skylark's call from the meadows green
While the skylark's call from the meadows green
Can be heard on a thousand hills.
Can be heard on a thousand hills.

Latest revision as of 21:54, 16 July 2024

Bibliographic Information
Author Fraser, Vonard
Genre Poetry
Journal or Book Motor Land
Publisher -
Year of Publication 1922
Pages 24
Additional information -


There's a strident call in the Open Road
Where the Spring's glad message lies,
And the motor sings me a joyous song
With a lilt of the azure skies.

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O’er the ribboned line of the Great Highway,
Where the wildflower carpet's laid,
Where the poppy opens her golden cup
As a symbol of Spring arrayed.

highwayplantmetaphorroadspring


Through the forests, born in an ancient day,
With their banks of moss and bloom,
And the bordered aisles of the canyons dim
Where the giant Redwoods loom.

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Then o'er hill and dale to the realm of snow,
To the mirrored lakes and rills,
While the skylark's call from the meadows green
Can be heard on a thousand hills.

snowlakeanimalsound


For the feverish press in this Game of Life
What a balm does Nature bear!
What a draught of health in the new-turned earth,
What a change from the realm of Care!


O, the key to much that the world loves best
Can be found beside the way,
If your motor sings you a joyous song
At the dawn of a bright spring day.

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