The dusty wheels have left the rutted road
For the shelter of the elm tree. Boy and girl,
Glad to stretch muscles cramped the whole day long.
Explore the brook bank; from the camp-fire smoke
A kneeling woman shields her eyes; the smell
Of savory meat and coffee calls the man
Prom mending harness; on the wood grass sweet
The horses’ mouths are noisy; golden light
Sifts through the lower elm leaves, and afar
The quail gives challenge, and the wood dove mourns.
The symphony of night lays starry glooms
Upon the open spaces. Overhead,
The faintest stream of air goes trickling slow
Among the sleeping leaves, while in the dew
The blossomed grape and elderberry drip
With honeyed fragrance. In such luxury
The movers lie under the smiling stars
One night more on the road to the new land.
(Edwin Ford Piper)
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