Friday, August 14, 2009

Bullrushes In The Mist

Thare the bullrushes growed, and the cattails so tall,
And the sunshine and shadder fell over it all;
And it mottled the worter with amber and gold
Tel the glad lilies rocked in the ripples that rolled;
And the snake-feeder's four gauzy wings fluttered by
Like the ghost of a daisy dropped out of the sky,
Or a wownded apple-blossom in the breeze's controle
As it cut acrost some orchard to'rds the old swimmin'-hole.

From The Old Swimmin' Hole by James Whitcomb Riley (1849 - 1916)

Best Viewed Large On Black - Lake Burley Griffin, Canberra, Australia [?]

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