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The Final Days of Autumn in Pleasant Valley, North Georgia

This is probably the last picture that I will put up from Pleasant Valley until April, when we hope to go back to see what springtime brings.

  

Elbows on the Sky

 

If man might lean his elbows on the sky

As farmers lean their weight upon a wall

To look upon their ample fields that lie

Heavy with harvest in the yellow Fall

Then he might dicker with close-fisted fate,

Himself decide what to reject or keep

Before he comes at length beyond the gate

Where he may choose not anything but sleep.

 

Yet if he leaned but once upon a star

And saw his earth, and himself a fugitive,

As long as breath could keep life's door ajar

He would be happy but to breathe and live,

With little care for what he shall be when

Of death's gray waste he is a citizen.

 

from Ballad of the Bones and Other Poems 1945

By Byron Herbert Reese, who lived and died a few miles away

 

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Byron_Herbert_Reese

    

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Taken on November 2, 2008