The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . wandring afarWhile drinking fresh buttermilk here at a bar?August, 1899. 95 WAITING AT THE GATE FOR GRANDPA. Along the country road they drove In Junes most Ijahny weather, The new farm wagon filled with love, The old and young together. The broad, front seat was graced with springs, Behind—an old arm chair, ^^d^ere to and fro—the grandpa swings, As birds nest in the air; While near his feet was fresh made bed Of robes and clean oat straw. Whereon are laughing children spread, With joy unknown before. Mid songs and laughter, jokes and glee. The horses s
The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . wandring afarWhile drinking fresh buttermilk here at a bar?August, 1899. 95 WAITING AT THE GATE FOR GRANDPA. Along the country road they drove In Junes most Ijahny weather, The new farm wagon filled with love, The old and young together. The broad, front seat was graced with springs, Behind—an old arm chair, ^^d^ere to and fro—the grandpa swings, As birds nest in the air; While near his feet was fresh made bed Of robes and clean oat straw. Whereon are laughing children spread, With joy unknown before. Mid songs and laughter, jokes and glee. The horses speed their way. And stolid people smile to see A wagon load so gay. The farmer driver to his wife Loquacious grows once more. For seldom in their married life Has talked he, as before That l)lest event—their wedding day, Just fifteen years ago,— Since hard worked farmers little say, Few compliments bestow. But this bright day is set apart To join their scattered friends. A day when words reveal the heart As hand to hand lush I Janes sweet voice is calling nie,What makes uiy (Irandpa latel They near the home where SHE was born. Now seated by his side. She sees the bloom of crab and thorn. As when a happy bride. The robins welcome song is heard, The song of years ago, As if he were the very bird The young girl used to know. Her mother by the open door Stands by her fathers side While by them both, the children pour With noise that none may chide. Fair Jane is first to reach the gate, Which widely open swings; The older youngsters cannot wait; Each from the wagon springs. No toll is by the gate guard missed As they go trooping through. By all girl cousins she is kissed, Poor boys, I pity you. They stop beside the wagon-block. Each carefully descends, While children round the gralidpa flock. And Jane his wants attends. He thanks her for her thoughtful care. And clasps the hands of those Who place for him his easy chair Beneath the climbing rose. They each and all
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