My+Longfellow+Poem



A Short Walk for Longfellow (Watch slideshow for pictures!!)

It was February Two thousand-ten I went to a place I had never been.

A little city By the sea To visit my daughter Anna Leigh.

As I walked the sidewalk Paved in stone, I found him sitting All alone.

Who was this man In the round about Henry Longfellow I began to shout.

Past the statue I continued to stroll More Longfellow I would come to know.

A pig in the window With a golden sheen A restaurant named Evangeline.

Henry Longfellow Left his mark In building, on streets And even a park.

Words and rhymes and Metaphors Longfellow Books The name of a store.

The people of Portland Love their poet The Historical Society Was built to show it.

The house with a garden And artifacts A view of the parlor Where Henry relaxed.

Longfellow spoke of The patter of feet and Of the voices Oh, so sweet.

It was within the walls Of this stately house That Longfellow lost His beloved spouse.

They say it was hot wax Or a match that fell On her gauzy dress Creating Longfellow hell.

My mother had taught me About the girl You know the one With the little curl.

Or "Listen children And you will hear" Those words he wrote For Paul Revere.

But darkness loomed And lonely was he He was lost for words Without Fanny.

I hope one day To walk again Along the streets Where Longfellow's been.

To visit more lighthouses That lit the way And eat more lobster By the bay.

This little city by The sea Is more charming than I dreamed it'd be