Description
Always, wherever I am, when I smell wood smoke, a blanket of color waves before my eyes. I can taste the crisp, juicy apples bought at a crude roadside stand and sold by a toothless 'hill-billy' and his apron clad wife or tousled-headed children. I see the brilliant orange of bittersweet clinging to the fence posts, and I can see each article in the antique shops - especially the spinning wheel and trundle bed and the corn-cob dolls with their hooped-skirts. I see fields of corn stripped of their harvest, standing tiredly, waiting, bearing no resemblance to the proud tall-tassled stalks that so recently waved gaily but sedately, to the breeze.
Recommended Citation
Masters, Dorothy
(1942)
"Rhapsody In Hue,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 10
:
Iss.
1
, Article 20.
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https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol10/iss1/20
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