AUTHOR OF THE LOST GIRL CHRONICLES, DESIGNER OF INTERIORS AND DREAMS, ALL ABOUT MY THOUGHTS, MUSINGS AND VISIONS OR JUST RANDOM SHINY COINS, PARANORMAL HAPPENINGS, AND CONSPIRACY THEORIES....NOW FEATURING MY NEW JOURNEY TO MINIMALISM TO ACHIEVE THE LIFE I NOW NEED....
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
THANKSGIVING TRADITIONS
The Harvest Moon
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes
And roofs of villages, on woodland crests
And their aerial neighborhoods of nests
Deserted, on the curtained window-panes
Of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes
And harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests!
Gone are the birds that were our summer guests,
With the last sheaves return the laboring wains!
All things are symbols: the external shows
Of Nature have their image in the mind,
As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves;
The song-birds leave us at the summer's close,
Only the empty nests are left behind,
And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.
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