John Carter Brown

How Slow - Poem by John Carter Brown

How slow the time passes
On hot summer days,
How heavy the air,
And the heat, and the haze.

How slow the sun's creeping
In reaching for noon,
How long now the day-time
Belonging to June.

How dry lies the earth
In the farmer's old hands,
How slow plod the herds
As they stroll off his land.

How sweet the bird sings
In the old apple tree,
How slow the leaves falling
O'er pathway and lea.

How far the bell tolls
Over green evening fields,
How close now the haymakers'
Singing and reels.

How slow the time passes
In twilight's night shade,
How slow fell the footsteps
True lovers once made.

Written March 1995

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J.B. in a slow mood.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 17, 2012

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