WILD PASTURES 



the dam and purl into the pool below 

 the roadside where the sunfish congre- 

 gate under the water weeds. Beyond 

 this they prattle down the meadow under 

 banks where the hardback stands pink 

 and prim, where the meadow-sweet loves 

 the stream so much that it bends 

 toward it and half caresses, and \vhere 

 the meadow grasses in complete aban- 

 donment whisper of it in every wind 

 and bend down and surreptitiously kiss 

 it as it dimples by. Farther down 

 where the woodland maples troop up 

 to meet it and the willows sit and 

 bathe pink toes in the current is the 

 big rock, under which the current has 

 dug a sandy cave in which linger big 

 yellow perch, ready to rush out and 

 snatch the worm that comes floating 

 down stream. Here you will hesitate 

 but finally pass on, for there is a lure 

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