Chapter 9
Poem number nine of thirty American poems by various. From a Car Window by Ruth Guthrie Harding. The Slipperbox recording is in the public domain. Reading by Matt Gerard. From a Car Window.
Pines and a blur of lithe young grasses, Gold in a pool from the western glow, White of wings where the last thrush passes, And thoughts of you as the sun dips low. Quiet lane and an irised meadow, How many summers have died since then? I wish you knew how the deepening shadow Lies on the blue and green again. Dusk and the curve of field and hollow, Etched in grey when a star appears,
Sunset, twilight and dark to follow, And thoughts of you through a mist of tears. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
