. Western field. And menial arc gray,I go by memorys special Where the long reeds lift and sway—To the winter hills of mounded green That bound San Pablo Bay. My white-sailed yacht glidesWhere shimmering shadows Below the cliffs, sun-brightcnecBeside the long sea wall; And I skim by points and islaiWhere restless seagulls call. oothly And the tempting coves pass by;Dip masts to Mr. Diablo Outlined on the southern sky,i o furl my sails in the winding ways Where the Suisun marshes lie. Whe Wh by the rthe Hit linty meadows ting marsh wren the lanes and placid waters, joy the free day bring
. Western field. And menial arc gray,I go by memorys special Where the long reeds lift and sway—To the winter hills of mounded green That bound San Pablo Bay. My white-sailed yacht glidesWhere shimmering shadows Below the cliffs, sun-brightcnecBeside the long sea wall; And I skim by points and islaiWhere restless seagulls call. oothly And the tempting coves pass by;Dip masts to Mr. Diablo Outlined on the southern sky,i o furl my sails in the winding ways Where the Suisun marshes lie. Whe Wh by the rthe Hit linty meadows ting marsh wren the lanes and placid waters, joy the free day brings! I about are the wild-fowl legic And the sibilant swish of gs. Coming in lines and angles From the limitless stretch of pla The white geese clamor softlyThrough passing mists of rain ; I see in a rising, pasture The gleam of their snowy train. Mallard and teal and plover;.\ boat and a quiet oar; A blind on the grassy shore—And many a dream in the workday worldTo live that day once more. —LiUhn H. A MORNING WITH THE BIRDS Hauk Williams Mevers IE calendar proclaimed thatwinter was nearly over, butjudging from the feeling of thestm alone, one would have de-clared that winter had longsince passed and summer wasalready arrived. The day was too fair a oneto be wasted in the house; soarmed with opera glasses andcamp stool, I set forth for a little canon thatlay just outside Los Angeles city limits, de-termined to see for myself just what myfeathered friends were about. The copious rains had long since broughtforth the grass which covered all the vacantspots with an emerald green verdure, andcarpeted the fields in many places with thefeathery leaves of the altilcrea,—the Californiacows wild hay. The hills that skirted the sides of thecanon were covered with chaparral whichlooked fresh and beautiful. Here and there, tiiwering above the sage-brush, were dumpsof glossy-leaved holly whose bunches of redberries still remaining added much to thebeauty of the landscape.
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