Inspired

O...I wanted to see,
What my spectacles saw.
The run of low bushes,
And up in the draw.

For the gay, autumn leaves,
Just barely did hold.
And summer remains,
Were crimson and gold.

Down from the hill-crest,
Came bright streams of red.
Like the oozings of slow water,
Where the river was being fed.

Growths had all ripened,
And came to your knees.
While plumages of weeds,
Moved soft in the breeze.

O such was the picture,
That vision acquired.
As I stood there in beauty,
With my focus inspired.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

Great granddaughter, Suzette taking a picture of her daughter, Coco and 2 cousins.