Only page of title Fairly Easy
299
4
A feller throws back on its long summer days,
When the smiles of its blossoms and _my_ smiles wuz one-
And-the-same, from the rise to the set o' the sun:
Wher' the hills sloped as soft as the dawn down to noon,
And the river run by like an old fiddle-tune,
And the hours glided past as the bubbles 'ud glide,
All so loaferin'-like, 'long the path o' the tide.
Looked lovin' on me as my own mother's eyes,
While the laughin'-sad song of the stream seemed to be
Like a lullaby angels was wastin' on me-
Tel, swimmin' the air, like the gossamer's thread,
'Twixt the blue underneath and the blue overhead,
My thoughts went astray in that so-to-speak realm
Wher' Sleep bared her breast as a piller fer them.
I know that the winter is bleak there to-day-
No bloom ner perfume on the brambles er trees-
Wher' the buds ust to bloom, now the icicles freeze. -
That the grass is all hid 'long the side of the road
Wher' the deep snow has drifted and shifted and blowed-
And I feel in my life the same changes is there,-
The frost in my heart, and the snow in my hair.
Not the white on the ground, but the green in the trees-
Not the froze'-over gorge, but the current, as clear
And warm as the drop that has jes trickled here;
Not the choked-up ravine, and the hills topped with snow,
But the grass and the blossoms I knowed long ago
When my little bare feet wundered down wher' the stream
In the Muskingum Valley flowed on like a dream.
End of title
