-John Milton
On Monday afternoon, we went hiking on the Ravine Trail. THE AUTUMN WOODS By Eva J. Beede Good Housekeeping, October 27, 1888 What beauty in the Autumn woods? Where, in the calm, deep solitudes, The amber sunshine finds its way, And checkered light and shadows play. Such beauty everywhere we turn! The moss-green rock and drooping fern, The woodland flowers and trailing vines, The singing brooks and sighing pines, The murmur of the gentle breeze That stirs the yellow chestnut leaves, Till softly in the grasses brown The round and prickly burs drop down. The maples are in bright array Of mottled gold and crimson gay; The oaks in deepest scarlet dressed; In cloth of gold are all the rest Except that now and then between There stands a tall, dark evergreen That sheds its spicy fragrance round And drops its cones upon the ground. With asters white and purple tinged, And golden-rod, the woods are fringed, With scarlet berries peeping through Where wild grapes hang, of purple hue, And fiery fingered ivy clings, While milk-weed floats on downy wings. The crickets chirp and insects hum, For glorious Autumn now has come. It was a lovely walk, except for one incident. A couple of the nephews, having wandered off the main trail, managed to step on a wasp nest. One got a few stings on his leg and the other had some wasps go down his shirt, stinging him four times before we got his shirt off and killed them. Both the boys were tough, though: no tears and they were back running through the woods with their cousins undeterred within minutes.
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