Bright Harvest by Grace Noll Crowell - HTML preview

Down from the Mountains

I

HAVE been to the mountains

And now I have come down,

I have brought something of them

Back with me to the town:

The quiver and click of the aspens,

Their gold coins bright with sun,

The memory of a glittering stream

Making its wild free run,

The stars—so close one can touch them,

Silver on midnight black,

The swish of the pines, and the blue sky,

These I have brought back

To the clamor and roar of the city

Where brick walls shut me in,

And I can still breathe mountain air,

Clean and feathery-thin.

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