"Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? -- every, every minute?"
Question asked by Emily, in OUR TOWN
"to find a value above all price for the smallest events in our daily life" ~Thornton Wilder
Friday, November 13, 2009
Gathering Leaves
. . . Next to nothing for weight;
. . . Next to nothing for color.
Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop.
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?
from the poem "Gathering Leaves"
by Robert Frost, American Poet (1874 - 1963)
*above & below, grade school art by a grownup! ha!
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What wonderful illustrations to accompany such a delightful poem. Thanks for bringing this poem to my attention. I love the notion: "a crop is a crop."
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