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From: Helen Courrege
Date: 3/23/2004
Time: 4:27:30 PM
Remote Name: 10.2.119.59
In the poem by Keats describing the changinf of the seasons, he creates a very vivid imige of the advancing of the seasons. He speaks of the colors and the sounds of the changing of the seasons. When I read this poem I am reminded of my home in Nevada,Tx. We live out by the lakes Ray Hubbbard and Lake Lavon. I can always tell when the seasons are changing because of the smells, sounds and colors of the surroundings. In the late evenings I can hear the ducks and geese either flying south for the approaching winter or hear them coming back home and setting their nests for the spring. I can very much identify with this poem of Keats.