Mowrer retired from the Chicago Daily News in 1948 and moved to Chocorua, NH. He was active in writing and promoting poetry in NH and he served as NH's Poetry Laureate from 1968 until his death in 1971. Unfortunately, we don't have any of Mowrer's poetry books in our collection, but there are several available from other GMILCS consortium libraries. I'm sad to say that I didn't find a single one of his poems in our large collection of anthologies! There are several to be found online, however, and I posted a delightful one, titled "Chipmunks," on my personal blog back in 2012.
Here's another poem that screams New Hampshire in the spring when all manner of frogs and toads venture forth...
As I went down by Heathcape Road,
Near Turner's Mill I met a toad.
"Good evening, Toad," said I to him.
"I see you, though the light be dim.
Now turn my friend, before some car
Obliterates you where you are."
"I thank you, but," said he to me,
"Across this road there dwells a She,
And if I cannot come to her,
Death itself would I prefer."
The toad pictured above is a Fowler's Toad, which lives in NH and typically migrates at this time of year. The photo comes courtesy of US Fish and Wildlife through NHPTV's Wildlife Journal.
Robyn Hood Black is hosting the Poetry Friday Round-Up this week. Stop by. Have a happy Easter weekend everyone!