Show THE OLD KANKAKEE 1 bv by F The written following was as poem Utah Lu J- J Jr r S Murphy manager nager o of the company lovI lov- lov Reared near the river I cannot cease I Its ripple and swash in the suns sun's golden And when hen sweltering heat of summer op- op olden u. u My heart throbs anew for je e das s I Io at of 0 o our pictures memory dear with jour Th Tha n on the walls of the The tt f all are the ones ones that recall The cool shady banks of the old I Kan- Kan an- an Though far removed from the scenes of my My j nd wm revert re with Pie pleasure sure and To tho those e outings in springtime In summer summer sum sum- mer in autumn Those haunts I 1 loved best when a barefoot bare bare- foot fot 1 boy y i iThe The long promised Joy of a fishing sion If labor labor was done by a Saturday noon And the corn all hoed and the garden sarden all w weeded Was all realized by an outing in June My work was done ere the sun reached its zenith And with whoop and hurrah and a heart full of glee glee- With worms and with fish line and fish i pole of willow I sped to th banks of the old Kankakee On the trunk of an oak tree fallen out Inthe in inthe the river Id I'd perch with my can and my big willow willow wil wil- low pole And the fish that I 1 caught from those cool flowing waters Would bring Joy to an date up-to-date fisher fisherman man mans man's s soul oUI I And I stoutly contend tho though gh some m may mayden Y Yd d den ny It Better fish were neer ne'er caught by you or orby I by me Tran the ones I pulled with a yank on my willow 14 y From the oaks oak s somber shade In the old Kankakee 1 I now fish with a a. rod of or a fine finEl split bamboo bam bam- boo And bait with a coachman these miniature minia ture hooks And with swish and with whip and professional professional pro pro- skill j 1 t tI I cast for the trout in the cool mountain moun- moun moun mountain tain brooks Brit But I never yet landed a shimmering trout I i That I longed not again for forthe the old oak oaktree oaktree tree tree I When my light boyish heart In Its wild pit pat Leaped on with the tide of ot the old Kankakee Kan Kan- II i iI I now drink a draught from a cool mountain mountain moun moun- tain stream But some how it doesn doesn't t quite satisfy m me It seems to suit others but that that's s Just because The Thew ne er have avo drunk from the old Kankakee I As I sit today on the banks of a river That flows tween tw two mountains snowcapped snowcapped snow snow- capped capped in June That rushes and roars and dashes on by me meI I awake to its song Life too 1 boon Soon time will end earths earth s pleasures and sorrows And we well we'll 11 pass to our rest as the stream to the sea With a sigh and a song for the barefoot boy And sweet sweet dreams of the old Kankakee |