the beauty of the marshes

After seeing the beauty of the marshes up in Scarborough Maine I visited Plum Island and the marshes there, and then down to the Rough Meadows Wildlife Refuge where I checked out more of the sea hay, cord grass, and perhaps might even see a glossy ibis (my Maine friend had told me of) if I was lucky. Needless to say a few black ducks were the extent of any ornithological conquests but nonetheless, the most amazing yellow, copper, brown, grasses stretching as far as the Dakotas it seemed greeted my eyes in all directions. I will not think of only trees now when I think of fall color. How after this cannot one be grateful of grass?