The Canoe Race Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFBGHIHJIIIKIIID IG IDIGCDLMIIINOKOPMIQK QIIKIOIIIKOOORSMSDMI MI

Now a light rustling wind from the SouthA
shakes his wings o'er the wide wimpling watersB
Up the dark winding river DuLuthC
follows fast in the wake of TamdokaD
On the slopes of the emerald shoresE
leafy woodlands and prairies alternateF
On the vine tangled islands the flowersB
peep timidly out at the white menG
In the dark winding eddy the loonH
sits warily watching and voicelessI
And the wild goose in reedy lagoonH
stills the prattle and play of her childrenJ
The does and their sleek dappled fawnsI
prick their ears and peer out from the thicketsI
And the bison calves play on the lawnsI
and gambol like colts in the cloverK
Up the still flowing Wakpa Wakan'sI
winding path through the groves and the meadowsI
Now DuLuth's brawny boatmen pursueI
the swift gliding bark of TamdokaD
And hardly the red braves out doI
the stout steady oars of the white menG
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Now they bend to their oars in the raceI
the ten tawny braves of TamdokaD
And hard on their heels in the chaseI
ply the six stalwart oars of the FrenchmenG
In the stern of his boat sits DuLuthC
in the stern of his boat sits TamdokaD
And warily cheerily both urgeL
the oars of their men to the utmostM
Far stretching away to the eyesI
winding blue in the midst of the meadowsI
As a necklet of sapphires that liesI
unclaspt in the lap of a virginN
Here asleep in the lap of the plainO
lies the reed bordered beautiful riverK
Like two flying coursers that strainO
on the track neck and neck on the home stretchP
With nostrils distended and mane froth fleckedM
and the neck and the shouldersI
Each urged to his best by the cryQ
and the whip and the rein of his riderK
Now they skim o'er the waters and flyQ
side by side neck and neck through the meadowsI
The blue heron flaps from the reedsI
and away wings her course up the riverK
Straight and swift is her flight o'er the meadsI
but she hardly outstrips the canoemenO
See the voyageurs bend to their oarsI
till the blue veins swell out on their foreheadsI
And the sweat from their brawny breasts poursI
but in vain their Herculean laborK
For the oars of Tamdoka are tenO
and but six are the oars of the FrenchmanO
And the red warriors' burden of menO
is matched by the voyageurs' luggageR
Side by side neck and neck for a mileS
still they strain their strong arms to the utmostM
Till rounding a willowy isleS
now ahead creeps the boat of TamdokaD
And the neighboring forests profoundM
and the far stretching plain of the meadowsI
To the whoop of the victors resoundM
while the panting French rest on their paddlesI

Hanford Lennox Gordon



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