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Show 36, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] beginning maybe about mood: The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon And in turn they began to read. A pleasant rote droning, like in the old blab schools. . . "A hard, dull bitterness of cold. . ."Mr. Clayton reiterated, "The coming of the snowstorm told, and on the coast, here, can you feel what he's getting at, a change in the air pressure: The wind blew east; we heard the roar Of Ocean on his wintry shore, And felt the strong pulse throbbing there Beat with low rhythm our inland air. "And the responsibilities. . .the chores an old boy would do, he has to care for the animals, and they know the storm is coming. . ." "Cattle, Mr. Clayton," a little boy interrupted excitedly, "there's oxen, sheep, the horse and a rooster, Two goats and a cat, Hemingway's old man at the bridge had apologized, blasted out of his town by the Spanish fascists, --and four pairs of pigeons. . .I was only taking care of animals. . . Two rows by the windows noticed a red blur up into the tamarind tree, a Florida cardinal, after the seeds. |
