Autumn Fires
by Robert Louis Stevenson
In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!
Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The gray smoke towers.
Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!
Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The gray smoke towers.
Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!
1 comment:
I happen to be old enough, to remember the wonnnnderful of smell, of burning leaves. It was magnificent. So sad, that times are such, that it is not allowed any more.
Perhaps people were simply more sensible, "back then." But it was done, and the whole village didn't burn down.
The leaves would be raked (No leaf blowers, with their horrible noise and use of fossil fuels) into a big pile. Children would have wonderful fun, jumping in them. Eventually, the pile would be raked again, and burnt. And it would give off such a wonderful aroma. :-)
Just happy that I am 79, and actually was alive, when this was part of Autumn. :-)
Late Autumn blessings,
Luna Crone
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