. Poems of life in the country. fore. Little barefoot Tommy, Rob and sister Sue,Curly-headed Alary in her suit of blue. es all aglow. in his toe. Curly-headed JMary m her suit of by row theyre seated, faces all agl(Cepting Stubby Peter, sliver in his to Teacher calls to order, Class in rithmetic,Places at the blackboard, every one be the chalk does rattle till the problems done;Bennie proves the victor, calls out Number one. Now the writing lei,son; see them try to write,Noses near the paper, some with tongue in sight;Little heads a-twisting, think theyll do it better;Gracio
. Poems of life in the country. fore. Little barefoot Tommy, Rob and sister Sue,Curly-headed Alary in her suit of blue. es all aglow. in his toe. Curly-headed JMary m her suit of by row theyre seated, faces all agl(Cepting Stubby Peter, sliver in his to Teacher calls to order, Class in rithmetic,Places at the blackboard, every one be the chalk does rattle till the problems done;Bennie proves the victor, calls out Number one. Now the writing lei,son; see them try to write,Noses near the paper, some with tongue in sight;Little heads a-twisting, think theyll do it better;Gracious! what an effort, just to make a letter. So the lessons follow till the noon is near;Then a solemn stillness while they wait to hearJust a little tingle, then with rush and roar,From the desks and benches, out the schoolhouse door Pour the lads and lasses, bound to have some fun,Every minute precious till the clock strikes in the country; were you ever in it?What a world of gladness pressed in every minute. 66. Come on in, the water is by W. R. Pond POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE THE SEA MYSTERY Theres a charm unknown to the dweller farFrom the sandy shore where the breakers feel the spell that will round you twine,In the summer even on the sand recline,While the rosy glow of the waning lightWaves a parting kiss to the starry night. Over the sea, over the sea. Gaze while the waves chant a soft melody, Lapping incessantly, lapping the shore. Giving and taking, but taking far more, Till the curves on the beach grow wnde in their reach And the undertow carries the sand to its store. Over the sea, over the till enthralled by the sea mystery,Your life in the past dissolves from your viewAnd you seemingly enter the far -away blue. Tis the charm of the sea, clinging, holding you tightThat keeps you, a watcher, far into the nightTill, breaking its spell, you wander know it will draw you again some day. 68
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