DAYS IN MY GARDEN 



There is a fascination in the rattling clatter of 

 the marvellous devouring reaper as the tumbling 

 waves of corn, like the boiling waters of a torrent, 

 fall into its maze of mechanism, so soon to take their 

 place in neat row r s of stooks. 



'THE REAPER' IN A SEA OF OATS 



Walk beside the stretch of pale butf-gold oats, 

 and see the elegant shapes and curves of its expanded 

 glumes, the poise of the graceful nodding heads, as 

 they rise and sway on tapered stems, pink -flushed at 

 the base and washed with a purple bloom like that 



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