“Give me the splendid silent sun
with all his beams full-dazzling,
Give me juicy autumnal fruit ripe and red from the orchard,
Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows,
Give me an arbor, give me the trellis'd grape,
Give me fresh corn and wheat, give me serene-moving animals teaching content,”
Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun (l. 1-5). . . The Complete Poems [Walt Whitman]. Francis Murphy, ed. (1975; repr. 1986) Penguin Books.
TIME: 6:49 PM
PLACE: On the way to the mall
SUBJECT: Sun between the corn stalks
Even though I despise going to the mall anytime during the weekend (there are way too many people for my taste), I ventured out with DramaQueen to Borders after supper because I needed to purchase a gift for my nephew’s 7th birthday party tomorrow. On the way, I noticed the cornstalks in the fields are beginning to dry out and turn brown – a sign that summer is winding down and fall will soon be here. I took a couple of pictures of the drying stalks, but DQ liked this one with the sun flare the best.