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