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The Long Walks<\/strong><\/p>\n Now that the rains of August have passed <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Frank C. Praeger<\/strong> is a retired biologist who lives in the Keweenaw which is a peninsula that juts out from the northwest corner of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan into Lake Superior.\u00a0 His poetry has appeared in various journals in both UK and USA.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Long Walks Now that the rains of August have passed there are the long walks into autumn, the even longer leavetakings with the dead, the ever lengthening shadows, the unimaginable apotheoses of late flowering plants, the off and on worrying over winter, over did I forget, the downward tendency to tomorrow, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9340","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9340","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9340"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9340\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9342,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9340\/revisions\/9342"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9340"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9340"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9340"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthere are the long walks into autumn,
\nthe even longer leavetakings with the dead,
\nthe ever lengthening shadows,
\nthe unimaginable apotheoses of late flowering plants,
\nthe off and on worrying over winter, over did I forget,
\nthe downward tendency to tomorrow,
\nand, for now, fictive inextricable solace in the now and then
\ndistant and haunting while, yet, indifferent
\nsound of a solitary and what might
\npossibly be
\nthe season’s last cricket.<\/p>\n