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“Harvest Sunset”
by Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)
Red gold of pools,
Sunset furrows six o’clock,
And the farmer done in the fields
And the cows in the barns with bulging udders.
Take the cows and the farmer,
Take the barns and bulging udders.
Leave the red gold of pools
And sunset furrows six o’clock.
The farmer’s wife is singing.
The farmer’s boy is whistling.
I wash my hands in red gold of pools.
“Who seeks shall find.” – Sophocles
“How beautiful leaves grow old.
How full of light and color are their last days.”
– John Burroughs
“Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We’ll smell smoke then,
and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation,
a sense of sadness and departure.”
– Thomas Wolfe
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