The Dandelions
- Helen Gray Cone
Upon a showery night and still,
Without a sound of warning,
A trooper band surprised the hill,
And held it in the morning.
We were not waked by bugle-notes,
No cheer our dreams invaded,
And yet, at dawn, their yellow coats
On the green slopes paraded.
We careless folk the deed forgot;
Till one day, idly walking,
We marked upon the self-same spot
A crowd of veterans talking.
They shook their trembling heads and gray
With pride and noiseless laughter;
When, well-a-day! they blew away,
And ne'er were heard of after!
Posted: 2024 May 11
It’s nice to be there with you, especially since your camera sees better than my bespectacled eyes. Deep contrasts in very attractive colours and shapes show better in the photo than they did in situ. You know how to pick them, Isabel.
Laurna – Yes, that whole depth-of-field thing can generate some improvements on the original – or, at least, some new views.