. Ol' stampin' grounds, and other poems . e same old stone, \ An the same ol stump all mossy grown. | An yet, somehow, it do appear • i At somethin er other is missin here. 1 Why, yes—whats come o the big ol tree • And the boys that went barefoot with me. ! I wonder where Punk Morson is,An Bony Bryant, too?An all the rest o that ol gangAt played with me an Spot Stultz an Fatty goneAn Mud, an Bill, and Lou?An while Im lookin round—why, say,Now whats become o you? There aint much change come oer the place. Except the vanished boyish face O the little chap at swum round here In the lon
. Ol' stampin' grounds, and other poems . e same old stone, \ An the same ol stump all mossy grown. | An yet, somehow, it do appear • i At somethin er other is missin here. 1 Why, yes—whats come o the big ol tree • And the boys that went barefoot with me. ! I wonder where Punk Morson is,An Bony Bryant, too?An all the rest o that ol gangAt played with me an Spot Stultz an Fatty goneAn Mud, an Bill, and Lou?An while Im lookin round—why, say,Now whats become o you? There aint much change come oer the place. Except the vanished boyish face O the little chap at swum round here In the long ago o a vanished year. Dont seem no more than yesterday Since all us fellers used to play An swim round here—it sure do seem I should find you all along this stream. Gently the river glides along, Singin its n-ever endin song, Singin its song o leafy bowers. Deep still woods, an sweet wild flowers. Singin to me, an singin to you The ol sweet song o the Kal-a-ma-zoo, Singin to me, an singin to you The story o what we uster THE ol tree SWIMMIN HOLE As deeper groAvs the sunset skies, •Slowly the mist begins to rise;An hangs like a curtain oer the stream,An pictures the scene o a long past dream,Fer settin here with half-closed eyesI kin hear the splashes an joyous cries ?-Come echoin back from that long agoWhen you an I were youngsters, Joe. The House Hext Door i Ive been visltin down to Mollies i In that new house o hers | She built upon the site o where The or barn stood for years; ] An it covers up the play ground ] So its thirty feet, not more, : Between her bedroom winder i An the house next door. ^ < i A kind o reminiscence comes A-creepin over me ; When Im settin at her winder i An lookin out. I seeThem two ol yeller porches With the ivy creepin oer,An a general kind o side view O the house next door. ^ House next door, to most folks. Dont mean so very much ; \ Prhaps a friendly neighbor, Er playmate, er some me its somewhat diffrent, An it m
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