Red, Yellow and Blue

Golf Abounding

Red, Yellow and Blue written by James Edward Hervey MacDonald

Spring in the Valley

From The Canadian Forum, January 1921

We sought again the forest lake Whose wave had closed upon his life One long year past, and feared to feel Its gleaming like a knife.

But calm and nonchalant the hills Lay heaped in slumber mile on mile, The lake was blue as infant eyes And guileless as their smile.

We sat upon the lichened rock And wondered much how time could hide That day when death had torn the blue Of sky and lake aside.

And, through the dark, sad breezes poured Soft cataracts in aspen trees, And voices out of ancient night Mourned endless miseries.

The maple dropping quiet leaves. Strewed the grey rock with gold and red, The birches flaunted yellow plumes As though there were no dead.

A sun-gleam grew upon the lake And spread the hills with scarlet fire, Each sombre rampike of the shore Became a faery spire.

We looked and felt that all things moved Upbuilding to a blessed end. And rarer every beauty seemed With virtue of our friend.