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Each fortnight a poem is chosen to be recorded by as many LibriVox volunteers as possible!James Whitcomb Riley was an American writer and poet, who lived in Indianapolis. Here among his books and his souvenirs the poet spent his happy and contented days. To reach this restful spot, the pilgrim must journey to Lockerbie Street, a miniature thoroughfare half hidden between two more commanding avenues. It is little more than a lane, shaded, unpaved and from end to end no longer than a five minutes' walk, but its fame is for all time. (JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY—A SKETCH from the Complete Works of James Whitcomb Riley Volume 1, 1913)
This fortnight's poem can be found here.
Project Code: HvtqOs9I
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Begin your reading with the abbreviated LibriVox disclaimer:
Leave 0.5 to 1 second of silence at the beginning.
Then read the poem:Lockerbie Street by James Whitcomb Riley, read for librivox.org by [your name].
[Add, if you wish, date, and/or your location.]
At the end of your reading, leave a space and then say:Such a dear little street it is, nestled away
From the noise of the city and heat of the day,
In cool shady coverts of whispering trees,
With their leaves lifted up to shake hands with the breeze
Which in all its wide wanderings never may meet
With a resting-place fairer than Lockerbie street!
There is such a relief, from the clangor and din
Of the heart of the town, to go loitering in
Through the dim, narrow walks, with the sheltering shade
Of the trees waving over the long promenade,
And littering lightly the ways of our feet
With the gold of the sunshine of Lockerbie street.
And the nights that come down the dark pathways of dusk,
With the stars in their tresses, and odors of musk
In their moon-woven raiments, bespangled with dews,
And looped up with lilies for lovers to use
In the songs that they sing to the tinkle and beat
Of their sweet serenadings through Lockerbie street.
O my Lockerbie street! You are fair to be seen -
Be it noon of the day, or the rare and serene
Afternoon of the night - you are one to my heart,
And I love you above all the phrases of art,
For no language could frame and no lips could repeat
My rhyme-haunted raptures of Lockerbie street.
Leave 5 seconds of silence at the end.End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
Filename: lockerbiestreet_riley_your initials in lowercase_128kb.mp3 (e.g. lockerbiestreet_riley_klh_128kb.mp3)
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Safe travels!
I can just picture what Lockerbie Street might look like 
