Three Osprey - II

When I uploaded the same fence photograph a second time I had really meant to upload this particular view toward the river - sorry about that

Speak of Rivers - this photograph to me is the second and last line of this poem from Lanston Hughes

The Negro Speaks of Rivers

By Langston Hughes

I’ve known rivers:

I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.

I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.

I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.

I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to New Orleans, and I’ve seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I’ve known rivers:

Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

According to Hughes, the poem was written while he was 17 and on a train crossing the Mississippi River on the way to visit his father in Mexico in 1920

The More Things Change, the more they remain the same

I Love Trees

If you look carefully at the lower right hand limb you will see a swallow tailed bird - though too indistinct to identify.