Deseret Evening News | 1900-09-15 | Page 15 | The Dear Old Farm

1111 OW 1 They write about the par old tai fai n In yards and yards yarda of 01 verse I 1 know ot of not a subject now be an any worse r What la ii this dear old farm tarm pray tell potts oer er This lIfeless ad d place plue The dear old farm tArm the from fron oft ote lyre INI The Tho dear old thE blue err liar 55 is writ writA A lines ot of tender ve verg In It i v tag Ing pI ot of I it Ive 18 liVed upon the dear ear Old anti t I ClaD can hardly Ilardi see Why hy poets should h be laud lauding In It t to th a bIght tI Ne ThelEs nothing there thue but mil miles or of orwood woods wood here birds bird sing all the Ule day dar And nd on tb the sunny elopes where I little pia play Theres Therel nothing there but Inn ot of otI Chaos where b sweet and I Ft Floal o ovi from the meadow lan th wild willi The but A river OM rt re fleeting nature I fao faoA face faceA A winding strum stream ot of no It a agleam gleam ot of liquid 11 space Thires nothing there lher but n and amI ru md With music ot of the droning beef sip U the honer sweet Theres Therel nothing tile titers but full tull ot of fruit trees bending low And tan lanes where lovers seek the ede till Uti evenIngs Theres Therel nothing Ut there ut rw pd puce peace where old A age r ki lit 1 the years lan ot of toll wit with 1 contented mind Anti Ani so IO I cannot understand chat poets Nets Ie to 10 charm Them Into writing yards of verse about the deer dear old farm Joe Cone COlla In Puck I ai Jt i t