Sunday, October 19, 2008

Leaving the Desert and the Dawn

As my time in California comes to an end, so does my part-time job doing field work at Ash Meadows National Wildlife Refuge in Nevada. The past three days were spent watching the sun rise over my little rare plants, trying to cram in the last bit of data collection before the field season is over.



O the sun comes up-up-up in the opening



sky(the all the
any merry pretty each



birds sing birds sing
gay-be-gay because today's today)the
romp cries i and the me purrs



you an the gentle
who-horns says-does moo-woo
(the prance with the
three white its stimpstamps)


the grintgrunt wugglewiggle
champychumpchomps yes
the speckled strut begins to scretch and
scratch-scrutch



and scritch( while
the no-she-yes-he fluffies tittle
tattle did-he-does-she)& the



ree ray rye roh
rowster shouts



rarOO

- e. e. cummings


1 comment:

Geno's Garden said...

this series of pictures with e.e.cummings poem is really a gift. Thank you.
Jeannie