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Adventures in Contentment
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David Grayson
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Across
the
town
road
which
separates
my
farm
from
my
nearest
neighbour's,
I
saw
a
field,
familiar,
yet
strangely
new
and
unfamiliar,
lying
up
to
the
setting
sun,
all
red
with
autumn,
above
it
the
incalculable
heights
of
the
sky,
blue,
but
not
quite
clear,
owing
to
the
Indian
summer
haze.
I
cannot
convey
the
sweetness
and
softness
of
that
landscape,
the
airiness
of
it,
the
mystery
of
it,
as
it
came
to
me
at
that
moment.
It
was
as
though,
looking
at
an
acquaintance
long
known,
I
should
discover
that
I
loved
him.
As
I
stood
there
I
was
conscious
of
the
cool
tang
of
burning
leaves
and
brush
heaps,
the
lazy
smoke
of
which
floated
down
the
long
valley
and
found
me
in
my
field,
and
finally
I
heard,
as
though
the
sounds
were
then
made
for
the
first
time,
all
the
vague
murmurs
of
the
country
side--a
cow-bell
somewhere
in
the
distance,
the
creak
of
a
wagon,
the
blurred
evening
hum
of
birds,
insects,
frogs.
So
much
it
means
for
a
man
to
stop
and
look
up
from
his
task.
So
I
stood,
and
I
looked
up
and
down
with
a
glow
and
a
thrill
which
I
cannot
now
look
back
upon
without
some
envy
and
a
little
amusement
at
the
very
grandness
and
seriousness
of
it
all.
And
I
said
aloud
to
myself:
"I
will
be
as
broad
as
the
earth.
I
will
not
be
limited."
Thus
I
was
born
into
the
present
world,
and
here
I
continue,
not
knowing
what
other
world
I
may
yet
achieve.
I
do
not
know,
but
I
wait
in
expectancy,
keeping
my
furrows
straight
and
my
corners
well
turned.
Since
that
day
in
the
field,
though
my
fences
include
no
more
acres,
and
I
still
plow
my
own
fields,
my
real
domain
has
expanded
until
I
crop
wide
fields
and
take
the
profit
of
many
curious
pastures.
From
my
farm
I
can
see
most
of
the
world;
and
if
I
wait
here
long
enough
all
people
pass
this
way.
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