Clare Gaylard Glass 

'As I walked out one evening,

Walking down Bristol Street

The crowds upon the pavement,

Were fields of harvest wheat.'

I walked out this afternoon, without a camera, the fields were full of harvest wheat. I learned the Auden poem by heart many years ago and it is more full of beauty and complexity than many feature length films. Photo to follow if I remember to take my camera before the harvesters come.