Mildred Plew Meigs (born Mildred Plew) was an American poet, author of poems. Born to Chicago financier James E. Plew and Nettie Plew (nee Raymond), Mildred spent her adult life in Valparaiso, Florida. Mildred is most famous for her poem, "The Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee", which she published in Child Life Magazine in a 1923 issue.
Her first published book, The Road To Raffydiddle is dated 1913, and features illustrations by Frank Aloise.[3]
She contributed dozens of poems to Child Life Magazine, Harper's, Motion Picture,[4] Poetry, and other lifestyle magazines, and is credited as the author of six children's books.[5]
Mildred Plew Meigs died 1944, February 22, in her home in Valparaiso, Florida.[2]
Silver Ships
by Mildred Plew Merryman
There are trails that a lad may follow
When the years of his boyhood slip,
But I shall soar like a swallow
On the wings of a silver ship,
Guiding my bird of metal,
One with her throbbing frame,
Floating down like a petal,
Roaring up like a flame;
Winding the wind that scatters
Smoke from the chimney's lip,
Tearing the clouds to tatters
With the wings of a silver ship;
Grazing the broad blue sky light
Up where the falcons fare,
Riding the realms of twilight,
Brushed by a comet's hair;
Snug in my coat of leather,
Watching the skyline swing,
Shedding the world like a feather
From the tip of a tilted wing.
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Moon Song
by Mildred Plew Merryman
Zoon, zoon, cuddle and croon —
Over the crinkling sea,
The moon man flings him a silvered net
Fashioned of moonbeams three.
And some folk say when the net lies long
And the midnight hour is ripe;
The moon man fishes for some old song
That fell from a sailor's pipe.
And some folk say that he fishes the bars
Down where the dead ships lie,
Looking for lost little baby stars
That slid from the slippery sky.
And the waves roll out and the waves roll in
And the nodding night wind blows,
But why the moon man fishes the sea
Only the moon man knows.
Zoon, zoon, net of the moon
Rides on the wrinkling sea;
Bright is the fret and shining wet,
Fashioned of moonbeams three.
And some folk say when the great net gleams
And the waves are dusky blue,
The moon man fishes for two little dreams
He lost when the world was new.
And some folk say in the late night hours
While the long fin'shadows slide,
The moon man fishes for cold sea flowers
Under the tumbling tide.
And the waves roll out and the waves roll in
And the gray gulls dip and dose,
But why the moon man fishes the sea
Only the moon man knows.
Zoon, zoon, cuddle and croon —
Over the crinkling sea,
The moon man flings him a silvered net
Fashioned of moonbeams three.
And some folk say that he follows the flecks
Down where the last light flows,
Fishing for two round gold'rimmed "specs"
That blew from his button4ike nose.
And some folk say while the salt sea foams
And the silver net lines snare,
The moon man fishes for carven combs
That float from the mermaids' hair.
And the waves roll out and the waves roll in
And the nodding night wind blows,
But why the moon man fishes the sea
Only the moon man knows.
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Another great poet I recently discovered.
One that deserves much greater recognition imho..-Tyr
Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 03-14-2021 at 12:48 PM.
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