hush-h-h-h

Updated: May 8, 2025

A man can put away the little thoughts. The warm sun thaws his hate; the big winds blow out the flame of anger; the great trees sing only one song, and high or low, it's 'Hush hush-h-h hush-h-h-h!" The voice of the man softly imitated the soughing of the pines. Parker stumbled to his bunk, his feet still uncertain, drank his tea, and slept.

Holman Day - The Rainy Day Railroad War