Close Reading:
When she reached the place, the boy had already gathered up the horses and gone. She went to the men on the ground and looked at them, and then she found Inman apart of them. She sat and held him in her lap. He tried to talk, but she hushed him. He drifted in an out and dreamed a bright dream of a home. I had a cold water spring rising out of rock, black dirt fields, old trees. In his dream the year seemed to be happening all at one time,all the seasons blending together. Apple treeshanging heavy with fruit, but you unaccountably blossoming, ice rumming the spring okra plants blooming yellow and makoon, maple leaves red as October, corn tops tasseling, a stuffed chain pulled up to the glowing pardon breath, pumpkins shining in the fields laukels blooming on the hillsides, ditch banks full of orange jewelled, white blossoms on dogwood, purple on redbull. Everything coming around at once. And there were white oads and great numbers of crows, or at least the sports of crows, dancing and singing in the upper limbs. There was something he wanted to say.