- The Sounds of Summer
Through the open window this morning, on the fresh morning air, I
could hear the train moving through the Gorge, and I hear it now –
in the evening – after dinner – when the sun is only in the tops
of the fir trees, making them golden against the pale blue of a very
gentle sky. At the base of the trees, enclosed by them, encircled,
our hay field and the man on the tractor, pulling the rake. Clacka
clacketta clacka clacketta – katack katack katack. Smaller and
smaller circles around. Now in the middle of the field.
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