unmmdful

Updated: May 20, 2025

The rough lawn, the little unpainted house, the field of clear yellow wheat behind it, down across which streamed the sun, now almost ready to touch the high hill to the west, the crickets crying merrily, a cat on the fence nearby, dreaming, unmmdful of the stranger in blue. How peaceful it all was. O God! How far removed from all camps, hospitals, battlelines.

Hamlin Garland - Main-Travelled Roads