Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
An Hour in Which Nothing Much Happened
The country talked quiet;
one human voice could drown it out…
Lonesome Dove, p. 26
No
real mission; I just wanted a walk
Along
the road, with work gloves and loppers in hand
Through
the wavery heat on a late-summer day
To clear
some windfall blocking much of the lane
Butterflies
danced among bright yellow flowers
Mourning
doves murmured in the underbrush
Wrens
and buntings and sparrows up in the pines
A little
snake wriggled for cover and shade
Their
beauty and silence – those were their talk
No
real mission; I just wanted a walk
