Rambling Rivers 



For beauty of curves and overhanging tree-boughs, the 

 Walnut and Smoky Rivers of Kansas are good enough to be 

 far-famed. Here alone is poesy aplenty for the singers of a 

 century. There is the leaf-drift on the slow-moving surface 

 in autumn. There is the tinsel and glitter of the frost when 

 winter's breath blows across the drooping shrubbery on the 

 banks. And when the big-flaked snow falls, moist enough 

 to cling to every bush and tree, the river runs like some dark 

 ribbon between the banks of white. The tangled vines that 

 fall in lovely loops to the water's edge make a covert for 

 the redbird and the chickadee. Completely covered with 

 the close-laid snowflake shingles, these tangled vines are 

 places of shelter and of beauty. Every snag and stump looks 

 sightly in its unstained dress of snow. 



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