A tumble-rush, whitewater roar, the river races, mad as its name, over cobble and ledge. Kingfisher rattling overhead, I wander a jumble of boulders
He had asked and in reply— swallowtail, joe-pye weed, balloon flower, skipper —the boy recalls a beach where his father is teaching the perfection
I raked the wet apple-leaves into the hen yard where the young chickens prowled around the pile, suspicious of this new thing until the