A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze,/ With labored respiration, moves the wheat/ From distant reaches, till the golden seas / Break in crisp whispers at my feet.

Off through the haze that dances in the shine/ The warm sun showers in the open glade,/ The forest lies, a silhouette design/ Dimmed through and through with shade.

A dreamy day; and tranquilly I lie/ At anchor from all storms of mental strain;/ With absent vision, gazing at the sky,/ “Like one that hears it rain.”

The twitter, sometimes, of a wayward bird/ That checks the song abruptly at the sound,/ And mildly, chiding echoes that have stirred,/ Sink into silence, all the more profound.

Fotografii: Corrie Bond

Versuri: A summer afternoon, James Whitcomb Riley

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