Show I i Just Folks Folk s i By EDGAR EDGAR- A A. GUEST Copyright 1931 Edgar A. A Guest t WINDFALLS The wind came up Ip and it shook the tree trec Said an apple plump Its too rough for tor me Though Ive I've clung for weeks to this topmost bough It seems I am due for a tumble now nowlAnd I 1 And a sound heart whispered Just J hang on ont But the weakling apple to earth had gone And all night long with moan and sigh The windfalls dropped from the thc branches high hiSh Hang Rang on oni Hang on I cried a stout win Winesap ap But a gust would come and a twig would snap And the farmer said eald as he viewed the thc fall Some apples cant can't weather a a. summer squall They y looked all right when the thc wind was still till Now they're merely food for thc the cider elder mill For the thc only fruit that the stores will take Is the kind kinc that sticks when the branches shake But yoU jou cant can't know the thc sound hearts from the frail Til Tl the morning after an autumn gale ale |