(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)

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Afternoon on a Hill

I will be the gladdest thing
   Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
   And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds
   With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
   And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
   Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
   And then start down!

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2003


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  • Geoffrey Fafard (8/14/2012 10:51:00 PM)

    all that there is, all there must be and.. all this is enough, just beautiful.

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  • gone gone (4/14/2007 10:27:00 PM)

    simply lovely....a treasured day

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