Mildly enjoyable series of narrative poems, mostly concerned with rural life - or with the people who live in rural environments, to be more accurate. Although I liked the poems, none of them really stood out to me (with one shameful exception). Of the rest, I probably liked "The Self-seeker" the best, but the one I'll remember most is "Blueberries". I read another Frost collection recently, and noted there that I thought his rhyming poems were his worst efforts. Though there's very few of them here "Blueberries" is one - and I couldn't help it, I swear, but from the moment I read the first lines I starting hearing this poem in the rhythms and pacing of Dr. Seuss. ("And all ripe together, not some of them green / And some of them ripe! You ought to have seen!")

I am a terrible reader. I feel bad about that, but again - I couldn't help it!