Poem for Wednesday and Foamhenge

At Stonehenge

By Katharine Lee Bates Grim stones whose gray lips keep your secret well, Our hands that touch you touch an ancient terror, An ancient woe, colossal citadel Of some fierce faith, some heaven-affronting error. Rude-built, as if young Titans on this wold Once played with ponderous blocks a striding giant Had brought from oversea, till child more bold Tumbled their temple down with foot defiant. Upon your fatal altar Redbreast combs A fluttering plume, and flocks of eager swallows Dip fearlessly to choose their April homes Amid your crevices and storm-beat hollows. Even so in elemental mysteries, Portentous, vast, august, uncomprehended, Do we dispose our little lives for ease, By their unconscious courtesies befriended. -------- Tuesday was pretty uneventful apart from work that had to get done and putting together our 2023 Shutterfly calendar, which always ends up taking literally hours longer than I expect! At least that's a fun project, apart from the times the web site glitched. It was a cool, gorgeous autumn day, with leaves falling and crunching while we were walking, a soup-for-lunch kind of day. Unfortunately the Yankees won and will advance, and I missed the start of the Philly game while watching Voyager's "Living Witness" with my Tuesday group (started much better than I'd remembered, then the ending made me realize why I'd blocked it out). Some views of Foamhenge at Cox Farms, one of my favorite fall pilgrimages since I first saw it at Natural Bridge: </center>