Poetry Posts
Walking to the post office in my new urban neighborhood, something unusual caught my eye. Amongst a garden of daisies and hebes sprawling the parking strip, mounted on a post near the sidewalk so passersby can easily see, a smart little rectangular wooden box (like realtors use) with a weathered brass roof, and a full-size picture window. Inside, a poem neatly typed on white bond.
I don’t know if you’ll be able to read the poem from the image, so here it is:
A Garden Romance,
by Anonymous.
by Anonymous.
This poem was published in The Rose City Park Catholic Monthly, January, 1924. Thanks to the late Rita Mae Wisner Campbell whose baptism was announced in the same issue. Rita lived for more than fifty years in the house with the rolled roof on the NW corner of Alameda and 51st.
Miss Rose she strolled the garden ways
In dainty Queen Ann’s Lace;
Sweet William and the Scarlet Sage
Were taken with her grace.
In dainty Queen Ann’s Lace;
Sweet William and the Scarlet Sage
Were taken with her grace.
The latter kissed her Tulips. She
Refused him on the spot.
Sweet William murmured as he passed
“Ah, Rose, Forget-me-Not!”
Refused him on the spot.
Sweet William murmured as he passed
“Ah, Rose, Forget-me-Not!”
He bent to tie the Lady’s Slipper
And soft and low said he:
“Don’t Marigold, Miss Rose, I beg,
But rather marry me.”
And soft and low said he:
“Don’t Marigold, Miss Rose, I beg,
But rather marry me.”
Miss Rose’s Poppy gave consent,
And people came in Phlox
To see Jack-in-the-Pulpit wed
The pair at Four o-clock.
And people came in Phlox
To see Jack-in-the-Pulpit wed
The pair at Four o-clock.
“House with the rolled roof?” I ponder, looking around. Kitty-corner across the street is a house with a rolled roof. Checking the street signs, sure enough, I am on the NW corner of Alameda and 51st! This is not just poetry, this is history!
Back home, I do a little internet research. According to a couple news articles, Poetry Posts (as they’re called) can be found in Portland’s Irvington and Hollywood neighborhoods and are maintained by the homeowners. There are at least 20 scattered around that have been built by a local resident.
I stop every trip to the post office now to read the poems.
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