“We passed the school where children played
At wrestling in a ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun” (Dickinson 9-12).
I really like how Dickinson describes this scene. One can see the speaker looking back over her life. She remembers her childhood days full of games and fun. Then she moves on to her middle age years with “the fields of gazing grain,” and lastly on to old age with “the setting sun.” The imagery really allows the reader to imagine someone appreciating and considering the past. It almost makes me nostalgic about my own memories.