Nevertheless there are certain peaks, canons, and clear meadow spaces which are above all compassing of words, and have a certain fame as of the nobly great to whom we give no familiar names.
Mary Hunter Austin
(dragon fly / Troup Co, Georgia / Julie Cook / 2015)
“Brown wings among the browner grass
And breast all brightening yellow —
Pipes up from meadows as we pass
The lark’s call, clear and mellow;
Now wakes the burnished dragonfly
Beside the glinting river,
That shakes with silent laughter where
The iris banners quiver;
Now on the budding poplar boughs
The tuneful blackbirds perch:
For the catkin’s on the willow
And the tassel on the birch.”
Excerpt form Spring in the Meadow
by Mary Hunter Austin
(dragon fly / Troup Co, Georgia / Julie Cook / 2015)
(dragon fly / Troup Co, Georgia / Julie Cook / 2015)
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