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Summer Afternoon

The stifling summer stillness lays a hand
In clammy awkwardness upon the land
Until the frightened aspen ceases
To quell each smallest whisper in the making.
Cicada’s eerie song, the cricket’s rasp
Succumb to silence’s possessive grasp;
And even bumblebee, aggressive as he was,
Goes gliding by almost without a buzz.
The climax to this watchful waiting wonder
Rings startlingly–the sudden shout of thunder.

by Ray Romine Monday, June 8, 1953

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Submissions / Sales

Media name: Ladies Home Journal

Date Submitted: 01/04/1954


Media name: Good Housekeeping

Date Submitted: 01/21/1954


Media name: Saturday Evening Post Baok of Book

Date Submitted: 02/28/1954


Media name: Toronto Star

Date Submitted: 03/14/1954

Date Sold: 03/25/1954

Amount: 10.00