June 13.
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| June 13, 2015 |
Never nearer to
partridges drumming to-night --
such space-filling sound.
Sweetness fills the air
reminding me – years ago,
strawberrying times.
June 13, 1852
All things in this world
must be seen with the
morning dew on them,
with youthful,
early-opened,
hopeful eyes.
June 13, 1852
All things must be seen
with morning dew on them and
early-opened eyes.
June 13, 1852
I floating homeward
count devil's-needles at rest
on my idle sail.
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, June 13
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau"A book, each page written in its own season,out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2021
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