This is the dawn of election day near the continental divide. I was reading War and Peace and saw the sky aflame at 6:38AM; I ran out barefoot.
Two minutes later, at 6:40, everything looked different. That’s an election day dawn for you.
ELECTION DAY, NOVEMBER, 1884.
| If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show, |
| ‘Twould not be you, Niagara—nor you, ye limitless prairies—nor your huge rifts of canyons, Colorado, |
| Nor you, Yosemite—nor Yellowstone, with all its spasmic geyser- loops ascending to the skies, appearing and disappearing, |
| Nor Oregon’s white cones—nor Huron’s belt of mighty lakes— nor Mississippi’s stream: |
| —This seething hemisphere’s humanity, as now, I’d name— the still small voice vibrating—America’s choosing day, |
…
Walt Whitman
Beautiful photos and poem. Let’s hope it’s a great election day!
Glorious sight, Alice. Thanks for taking the photo’s.
They look like Maxfield Parrish paintings.
Oh my gosh! That’s just what I thought T Funk! (MP paintings)
the God’s who overlook our Universe surely knew what an important Election Day this would be for our country. Indeed democracy worked for the world to see Voters throughout the land cast their ballots. They were dutifully tallied and our next President,Barak Obama was elected. Both Senator McCain’s gracious concession speech President Obama’s acceptance made me weep. May the road ahead be manageable.
Great poem. Thanks for the reminder.