On July 30, 1918, at the age of 31, Joyce Kilmer was killed in action during World War I. In 1913, the poem appeared in the literary magazine Poetry, and was almost immediately acclaimed. Joyce Kilmer’s poem “Trees” is one of the best know and loved poems by an American poet. I found that it is a gender-neutral name of Latin origin that means “lord.” It’s derived from the masculine Norman name Josce or Josse, which comes from Jodocus, a Latinized form of the Breton name. While Paul Bunyan cut them down, Joyce Kilmer wrote a poem about them.įinding Joyce a strange name for a man, even a poet, I researched the origin of the name Joyce. Trees have a special place in the hearts of Americans. George and the canyon to Panguitch, and though Bryce Canyon. To get the same effect we travel through Beaver Dam, Gunlock, Enterprise, St. ![]() In the mid-west every fall the trees put on a show that is spectacular. And summer is marked by the snow birds going home, the schools closing and the return of 110-degree temperatures. Winter is marked by the arrival of snow birds from the states of the northwest. Fall is when the teachers return to class. Having lived in Southern Nevada for fifty or so years, I have come to accept that the seasons here are marked by completely different signs. It may be due to our up-bringing in Iowa where there are distinctly marked seasons. I must admit that we also venture outside the valley in pursuit of the changing of trees. Just a short distance down the road is a large tree that tends to turn yellow, then red. These vines turn a vivid red in November. A house on Gubler Ave has the vines that wrap around a series of trees. There is a massive tree near Mack Lyon Middle School. There are the pretty red trees outside the Logandale LDS Ward House on the main highway through town. Can someone explain to me why there is a stop sign next to a gate that leads to a farmer’s field? With the many ups and downs and curves, my wife indicates that she feels as if she is on a roll-a-coaster.Īll that being said, the real purpose of this trip during the fall and early winter is to observe the changing of leaves in many trees encountered on the trip. We have become experts in traversing the new “airport road.” I find the many curves and stops quite interesting. Wait, that is the description of many of our present-day legislators. His answer was: “Yes! You shoot it, quarter it, and pack it on your horse.”Īpparently, he is no fan of the strange looking creature with a large body and a small head. I asked my Utah cowboy friend if he knew how to pack a llama. The llama is a pack animal native to South America. You can even stop to feed them if you have a couple of quarters and can follow direction of the feeder provided. It is always fun to see the newly born llamas. We often follow Moapa Valley Boulevard to see the llamas. ![]() But I have never seen a dead quail along the road. Can someone explain how they do this without creating casualties? Dead rabbits are in abundance on the roadways and even a skunk or two. Oh! My! The quail cross the road without looking both ways. It is fun to observe the other animal life along the way: horses, cows and quail. However, periodically the goats disappear for a day or two only to return. Most of the time this pen houses a great number of goats. There is the big white house on the road to the High School that seems nearly completed.Īs we close in on Overton on these back roads, there is a goat pen. There is the old house in Logandale near the post office that is being restored, There is another house a little further down that seems to have been started, yet very little progress has been made. But our conversation is often sprinkled with observation about the properties. Those people living on this route have nothing to fear we are not stalking the area. We enjoy seeing the changes made to the homes and fields encompassed within this route. It is basically the same route each day often ending in a stop at Lin’s market or one of the Hardware Stores in town and sometimes to merely get gas so we can make the trip again for another week. Those who live in Logandale are now saying that nothing is 18 miles from anything in Logandale so what are you talking about? I am talking about an adventure for two old people who have little else to do. No one asked me but… Each day my wife and I take an 18-mile drive to pick up the mail.
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