. Poems of life in the country. mes lifes yonder lies its glory, Far away. 14 ii!i zBm j^i-*- The round-eyed daisies, spying. Photo by Phil M. Riley POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE Beside the brooklet flowing We found fair gentians growing, Heavenly blue;And later, nuts deliciousEncased in burrs malicious. Two by two. Of work we made a pleasureIn filling many a measure, Husking corn;Plump turkeys, round us feeding,Thanksgiving all unheeding. Fatal morn. By firesides ruddy glow,Outside, the drifting snow,— We would meet;With apples, ripe and red,And nuts on table spread. Such a treat. And
. Poems of life in the country. mes lifes yonder lies its glory, Far away. 14 ii!i zBm j^i-*- The round-eyed daisies, spying. Photo by Phil M. Riley POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE Beside the brooklet flowing We found fair gentians growing, Heavenly blue;And later, nuts deliciousEncased in burrs malicious. Two by two. Of work we made a pleasureIn filling many a measure, Husking corn;Plump turkeys, round us feeding,Thanksgiving all unheeding. Fatal morn. By firesides ruddy glow,Outside, the drifting snow,— We would meet;With apples, ripe and red,And nuts on table spread. Such a treat. And as the flames leaped higherWe, gazmg in the lire, Seemed to seeOld Santa Claus, gifts Christmas bells were ringing Merrily. We had no thought of sorrow,Twas joy today, tomorrow, 1 hen,— me. as years grow world seems hard and colder, Shorn of rays. But far beyond its its sad turmoiling. Shines the lightOf Heaven, a joy the bright day shall never End in night. 16. POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE A SongTHE SCHOOLHOUSE ON THE HILL In the golden summer morning, Down the sunny winding road,By the verdant, liowery meadows; How my heart with joy oeriiowed—O, the happy days of childhood, Recollection brings a thrill,As in fancy now 1 wander Near the schoolhouse on the hill. Birds are singing by the wayside. Theres a nest mid bowers of ripe stain little fingers While they search the briars between;Wealth of beauty, joy and sunshine. Natures best our longings fillWhile we trudge along the pathway Towards the schoolhouse on the hill. Blue the skies that shine above it, Curtained by the whispering trees,Rich the memories clustering round it, Sweeter than the summer and hollow is its doorstep, Worn and thin its ancient sillBy the little feet that entered In the schoolhouse on the hill. Theres a chamber in my memory, In my heart are held the keys,And its treasure, schooldajs sweetheart W ill remain t
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