Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, INDIANA BEECH WOODS: AUGUST, by ETHEL ARNOLD TILDEN


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INDIANA BEECH WOODS: AUGUST, by                    
First Line: Beyond the sprawling snake-rail fence
Last Line: Whimpering, whimpering, ceaselessly --
Subject(s): August; Beech Trees; Trees


Beyond the sprawling snake-rail fence,
The light above the lime road quivers --
Vibrant, like pulses, throb and beat
Little dizzy waves of heat --
The ferns are dead, the sick grass shivers --
The blinding air is breathless, tense --
Above the brook's green stagnant bed,
The beeches droop, burned dusty red.
Listless, I lie on the bank and dream
And watch blue dragon-flies follow the stream
Deep into the wood where rain doves cry,
Whimpering, whimpering, ceaselessly --





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