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THE CREEK-ROAD by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN

First Line: CALLING, THE HERON FLIES ATHWART THE BLUE
Last Line: AND NOW A BAREFOOT TRUANT AND HIS DOG.
Subject(s): ROADS; PATHS; TRAILS;
CALLING, the heron flies athwart the blue
That sleeps above it; reach on rocky reach
Of water sings by sycamore and beech,
In whose warm shade bloom lilies not a few.
It is a page whereon the sun and dew
Scrawl sparkling words in dawn's delicious speech;
A laboratory where the wood-winds teach,
Dissect each scent and analyze each hue.
Not otherwise than beautiful, doth it
Record the happenings of each summer day;
Where we may read, as in a catalogue,
When passed a thresher; when a load of hay;
Or when a rabbit; or a bird that lit;
And now a barefoot truant and his dog.



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