The Hill-Top (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
The burly driver at my side,We slowly climbed the hill,Whose summit, in the hot noontide,Seemed rising, rising still.At last, our ...
The burly driver at my side,We slowly climbed the hill,Whose summit, in the hot noontide,Seemed rising, rising still.At last, our ...
Weathered gray, sparse even the living limbs skeletal pines, evergreens stripped of excess no pretense, essentials only exposed at the ...
She hung on the ladder's rails unwilling to leave their safety out into the lake, even in my arms Slowly ...
Silence steps, into the chapel the open-air sanctuary walking in silence a mere rubbing underfoot less than a crunch pine ...
The black heads, the white in the wings that haunting call, the loons echoing down the lake a Doppler chorus, ...
We ate on the water, floating with the wind, the waves, enjoying the bounty, the feast the sun, the clear ...
on the water, the boat watching the shore, the water, birds, the loons, the horizon watching the sky, clouds shadows ...
They worked well together, the crew of the boat The Captain and the Pilot, each knowing their roles, the work ...
The joy, the secrets discovered wild berries, under the leafs, hidden in the woods, the underbrush in under the branches, ...
One for me one for her (handfuls that is) wild blueberries, picking from the bushes high above my eyes, down ...
sitting alone, in the back of the sanctuary pines the rafters, blue sky the ceiling more beautiful than the Sistine ...
Behind the cabin, age and mothballs a smell I will not forget of a cabin, a retreat, of another time ...
I sat apart, in the back of the sanctuary no roof our walls were around me nature all around Listening ...
The spray of the water splashing in the air crossing the wake, the wave other boats on the water Sitting ...
As we allowed, she moved about the seats from dry bench to wet towels, it didn't seem to matter, chasing ...
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