Sunday, November 7, 2010


Autumn Effect at Argenteuil 1873  Claude Monet
                  by John Farrar
The red leaves fall upon the lake,
The brown leaves drift,
The yellow leaves fly with the wind,
High and swift.

And Autumn nights bring open fires,
With roasted corn,
When silver frosted grasses greet
Early morn.

I fly my kite across the hill,
The slim string breaks,
It flashes like a cloud above
Hills and lakes.

I cannot follow, only stand
And watch it go,
Across far and lonely place
That airplanes know.

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