The Cape Cod Cranberry Harvest Festival
Trip Start
Oct 12, 2008
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Trip End
Oct 13, 2009
Aftermath
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When the summer fields are mown,
When the birds are fledged and flown,
And the dry leaves strew the path;
With the falling of the snow,
With the cawing of the crow,
Once again the fields we mow
And gather in the aftermath.
Not the sweet, new grass with flowers
Is this harvesting of ours;
Not the upland clover bloom;
But the rowen mixed with weeds,
Tangled tufts from marsh and meads,
Where the poppy drops its seeds
In the silence and the gloom.
http://www.cranberries.org/festival/festival.html
Photo's from The Road Less Traveled http://www.artistrising.com/galleries/Joseph_Gillette
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When the summer fields are mown,
When the birds are fledged and flown,
And the dry leaves strew the path;
With the falling of the snow,
With the cawing of the crow,
Once again the fields we mow
And gather in the aftermath.
Not the sweet, new grass with flowers
Is this harvesting of ours;
Not the upland clover bloom;
But the rowen mixed with weeds,
Tangled tufts from marsh and meads,
Where the poppy drops its seeds
In the silence and the gloom.
http://www.cranberries.org/festival/festival.html
Photo's from The Road Less Traveled http://www.artistrising.com/galleries/Joseph_Gillette

