Inspired by my trip to the Far Hills Steeplechase. Bivouac on a Mountain Side By WALT WHITMAN I SEE before me now, a traveling army halting; Below, a fertile valley spread, with barns, and the orchards of summer; Behind, the terraced sides of a mountain, abrupt in places, rising high; Broken, with rocks, with clinging … Read more
A Farm-Picture THROUGH the ample open door of the peaceful country barn, A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding; And haze, and vista, and the far horizon, fading away. – Walt Whitman
The boys and I spent the afternoon yesterday hiking and playing in a river that runs through the state park. We read the following poem by Walt Whitman and were successful in finding a few “heart-shaped leaves” of our own. I wish July would never end…. A July Afternoon By The Pond The fervent heat, … Read more
