~ August ~

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In August 

When August days are hot an’ dry,
When burning copper is the sky,
I ‘d rather fish than feast or fly
In airy realms serene and high.

I ‘d take a suit not made for looks,
Some easily digested books,
Some flies, some lines, some bait, some hooks,
Then would I seek the bays and brooks.

                              Paul Laurence Dunbar 1872  ~ 1906

Images;

Found on thedesignerpad.com

Found on artodyssey1.blogspot.com

 

 

 

 

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