. Wayside poems for old and young. 25 ^n guruing an the ®H ^lanclr The cricket sang out from a hidden spot A song with a lonesome refrain;The whip-poor-will answered across the lotIn tones my maturer years had forgot, Till I dreamed of the old days again. The bull-frog was croaking a bold bassoon In the pond where the lilies sleep,And the coyote wailed at the rising moonIn his lair far over the dark lagoon Where the wild summer roses creep. The whirr oi a startled grouse on the air And the shot from a hunters gun~A crackling sound and a fires red glareLeaped out of the gathering darkness there
. Wayside poems for old and young. 25 ^n guruing an the ®H ^lanclr The cricket sang out from a hidden spot A song with a lonesome refrain;The whip-poor-will answered across the lotIn tones my maturer years had forgot, Till I dreamed of the old days again. The bull-frog was croaking a bold bassoon In the pond where the lilies sleep,And the coyote wailed at the rising moonIn his lair far over the dark lagoon Where the wild summer roses creep. The whirr oi a startled grouse on the air And the shot from a hunters gun~A crackling sound and a fires red glareLeaped out of the gathering darkness there,On the prairie across the run. The balmy breath of the prairie breeze And the odor of burning grass,Came wafting in through the cotton wood treesAnd quickened my heart to old memories Of the days that too quickly pass. I listened long to the voices of night And dreamily puffed my cigar,While visions came to my sensitive those early scenes of delight Like loved ones returned from afar. 26 Simeon Greenes Automobile. .f^LL MEU,£RMD0ym. Our Simeon Greene brought home a machine- Twas an automobile sure as he, Now Bgosh, theyll see f Im a Josh When past their old trotters I spin. Ill get there or bust and take nobodys dustAnd Ill give them the merry go-by— With their horses and traps theyll wonder perhapsF Im a meteor out of the sky. 27 An wont they all stare an say, I declare Ef thet r aint old Simeon GreeneI sposed hes too tight to spend such a sight Fur a new fangled flyin masheen. Theyll open their eyes I guess in surpriseBut Ill sit there and not care a durn An swell up in pride as past them I glideWhile I give them bright handles a turn, O, aint she a bird? these levers Ive heard Are as easy tO work as can be;An I understand about their command Fur the feller explained it tO me. Samanthy, come here, Ill show you my dearA kerrige that is right up to date F youre afraid to get in, Ill take a short spinAn Ill stop fur you here at the gat
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