{"id":1111,"date":"2017-11-21T21:15:58","date_gmt":"2017-11-21T21:15:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/?p=1111"},"modified":"2017-11-21T21:18:40","modified_gmt":"2017-11-21T21:18:40","slug":"day-70-autumn-landscape","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/?p=1111","title":{"rendered":"Day 70 – Autumn Landscape"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Horsesw\"<\/p>\n

Merry Autumn<\/p>\n

It\u2019s all a farce,\u2014these tales they tell<\/em><\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0About the breezes sighing,<\/em><\/div>\n
And moans astir o\u2019er field and dell,<\/em><\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Because the year is dying.<\/em><\/div>\n
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Such principles are most absurd,\u2014<\/em><\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0I care not who first taught \u2019em;<\/em><\/div>\n
There\u2019s nothing known to beast or bird<\/em><\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0To make a solemn autumn.<\/em><\/div>\n
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In solemn times, when grief holds sway<\/em><\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0With countenance distressing,<\/em><\/div>\n
You\u2019ll note the more of black and gray<\/em><\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Will then be used in dressing.<\/em><\/div>\n
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Now purple tints are all around;<\/em><\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0The sky is blue and mellow;<\/em><\/div>\n
And e\u2019en the grasses turn the ground<\/em><\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0From modest green to yellow.<\/em><\/div>\n
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The seed burrs all with laughter crack<\/em><\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0On featherweed and jimson;<\/em><\/div>\n
And leaves that should be dressed in black<\/em><\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Are all decked out in crimson.<\/em><\/div>\n
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A butterfly goes winging by;<\/em><\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0A singing bird comes after;<\/em><\/div>\n
And Nature, all from earth to sky,<\/em><\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Is bubbling o\u2019er with laughter.<\/em><\/div>\n
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The ripples wimple on the rills,<\/em><\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Like sparkling little lasses;<\/em><\/div>\n
The sunlight runs along the hills,<\/em><\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0And laughs among the grasses.<\/em><\/div>\n
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The earth is just so full of fun<\/em><\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0It really can\u2019t contain it;<\/em><\/div>\n
And streams of mirth so freely run<\/em><\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0The heavens seem to rain it.<\/em><\/div>\n
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Don\u2019t talk to me of solemn days<\/em><\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0In autumn\u2019s time of splendor,<\/em><\/div>\n
Because the sun shows fewer rays,<\/em><\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0And these grow slant and slender.<\/em><\/div>\n
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Why, it\u2019s the climax of the year,\u2014<\/em><\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0The highest time of living!\u2014<\/em><\/div>\n
Till naturally its bursting cheer<\/em><\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Just melts into thanksgiving.<\/em><\/div>\n
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-Paul Laurence Dunbar<\/div>\n
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I normally try to choose shorter poems but I like this one and after reading about the author I was even more impressed. The poem was written in 1896. Dunbar was an African American born in 1872 to freed former slaves. He died from tuberculosis in 1906 at the age of 33 having published 7 volumes of poems. Why have I never heard of him before???? Don’t answer that, I have my theories.<\/div>\n
The photo is from my trip to the Applegate Valley. I don’t shoot many landscapes but the trees and the clouds and the mountains and the horses and the vineyard…well, it was hard to resist.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Merry Autumn It\u2019s all a farce,\u2014these tales they tell \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o\u2019er field and dell, \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Because the year is dying. \u00a0 Such principles are most absurd,\u2014 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0I care not who first taught \u2019em; There\u2019s nothing known to beast or bird \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0To make … Continue reading Day 70 – Autumn Landscape<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[29,5,11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1111","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-autumn","category-landscape","category-southern-oregon"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1111","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1111"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1111\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1113,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1111\/revisions\/1113"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1111"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1111"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1111"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}