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Keats and Yeats are on your side
Went down to NH for the annual pilgrimage to the ancestral graveyard. The day was absolutely gorgeous. Driving along the winding roads under a canopy of trees was soothing.
The cemetery was perfect, with just a few flying things to remind you life continues on, so you'd better keep moving. Tiny flowers dotted the ground between blades of grass while the trees towered majestically overhead. The setting was carefully designed a couple hundred years ago and was worth every minute of planning. The newer parts of the cemetery lie outside this arbor cathedral, like savages not allowed within the sacred ground.
Does anyone today plant trees with the plan of what they will look like in fifty or a hundred years? Tell me, does anyone really observe how they rise up?
The cemetery was perfect, with just a few flying things to remind you life continues on, so you'd better keep moving. Tiny flowers dotted the ground between blades of grass while the trees towered majestically overhead. The setting was carefully designed a couple hundred years ago and was worth every minute of planning. The newer parts of the cemetery lie outside this arbor cathedral, like savages not allowed within the sacred ground.
Does anyone today plant trees with the plan of what they will look like in fifty or a hundred years? Tell me, does anyone really observe how they rise up?