From The Great Trees The Locusts Cry In Quavering Ecstatic Duo-a Boy Shouts A Wild Call-a Mourning Dove In The Blue Distance Sobs-the Wind Wanders By, Heavy With Odors Of Corn And Wheat And Melon Vines; The Trees Tremble With Delirious Joy As The Breeze Greets Them, One By One-now The Oak Now The Great Sycamore, Now The Elm.

-Hamlin Garland

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From The Great Trees The Locusts Cry

Hamlin Garland

From The Great Trees The Locusts Cry In Quavering Ecstatic Duo-a Boy Shouts A Wild Call-a Mourning Dove In The Blue Distance Sobs-the Wind Wanders By, Heavy With Odors Of Corn And Wheat And Melon Vines; The Trees Tremble With Delirious Joy As The Breeze Greets Them, One By One-now The Oak Now The Great Sycamore, Now The Elm.

Topic

Summer

Distance

Boys

I Remember A Hundred Lovely Lakes, And Recall The Fragrant Breath Of Pine And Fir And Cedar And Poplar Trees. The Trail Has Strung Upon It, As Upon A Thread Of Silk, Opalescent Dawns And Saffron Sunsets. It Has Given Me Blessed Release From Care And Worry And The Troubled Thinking Of Our Modern Day. It Has Been A Return To The Primitive And The Peaceful. Whenever The Pressure Of Our Complex City Life Thins My Blood And Benumbs My Brain, I Seek Relief In The Trail; And When I Hear The Coyote Wailing To The Yellow Dawn, My Cares Fall From Me - I Am Happy.

Blessed

Fall

Sunset