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