In Praise of Silver. by Pat Greetham

Poetry

 

In Praise of Silver by Pat Greetham

 

A few mornings ago I found myself quietly reciting one of my favourite poems, Silver by Walter de la Mare.

It reminded me of the many happy years I spent teaching at Llanrumney High School in Cardiff.

One afternoon I read Silver¬† to my class of third year pupils. At the end I asked the class what they thought of the poem. A boy’s hand shot up.

“Yes,John?”

“I loved that poem Miss. I loved it ‘cos I’ve got a dog. And she’s called Silver”.

I wonder if she had paws of silver too?

 

 

 

 

Silver

 

by

 

Walter de la Mare

 

 

 

Slowly, silently, now the moon

 

Walks the night in her silver shoon;

 

This way, and that, she peers, and sees

 

Silver fruit upon silver trees;

 

One by one the casements catch

 

Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;

 

Couched in his kennel, like a log,

 

With paws of silver sleeps the dog;

 

From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep

 

Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;

 

A harvest mouse goes scampering by,

 

With silver claws, and silver eye;

 

And moveless fish in the water gleam,

 

By silver reeds in a silver stream.