John Scully - At Summer's End (August 1914)

John Scully - At Summer's End (August 1914)

The muffled-knock of high blown summer, br upon the leaves and grasses August since June, br wrap tightly like bundled flowers, br around the jaundiced seasoned air. br br Shaken and solemn the church bells, br under a single sky of coming morn br lonesome, turn the clay-dark hands of time, br while ill-winds blow in gathering storm. br br Then in some faraway land, a shot, br far from Englands shore, br under a red scorched earth and bitter sun br an August summer forever gone.


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