City - Near Ladd, Illinois State - TAKEN DURING ONE OF MY WALKS Country - United States
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Saw this while walking some oldE railway tracks near Ladd. A tractor and farmer cutting the grass. Mowing... hmmm, mowing... Frost. Poem about mowing. How did that go? Hmmm.... can I tie the old poem into the modern photo? No... can I argue the new and modern against the old poem world view? Maybe. Which ever way I finally go... here is the modern "Mowing" pic and the oldE "Mowing" poem by Robert Frost.
Mowing
There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself; Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun, Something, perhaps, about the lack of sound— And that was why it whispered and did not speak. It was no dream of the gift of idle hours, Or easy gold at the hand of fay or elf: Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak To the earnest love that laid the swale in rows, Not without feeble-pointed spikes of flowers (Pale orchises), and scared a bright green snake. The fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows. My long scythe whispered and left the hay to make.
Robert Frost
Here is how my mind works... see an image, rummage through my brain, toss and check and connect... and try to make sense out of modern now times and past pastoral words....
Kekekek---mfiguehr7vh7ied7ihrg I should send that fella a link to one of my pics where I write 241 pages of explanation. That will show him! Less literature.... William Carlos Williams. Hmmmm..... a connection. Too tired to write about it tonight.
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