Show U ne I W I or Ii I If The Poetic Philosopher I hear th the ca call of the babbling brook and I look around for a lin line i hook Id I'd cut o out t lab labor r for half a d day Y and go o and fish In the he good old I But alas Im I'm old Jd and I rather hate hat the tiresome matter THE TIlE FISHING ditc digging in bait and the the- cre creek k is more than two miles a away away- FEVER cr erd creek k where the trout and the suckers play and a man maa ia sit in discomfort there for there theres there's s 's not a sign siga of an easy chand dial clil and the man who's running the woodland green reen for forgot ot to put up a mos mo uj screen When I was young it was fun to wend to the fishing place schoolboy friend Th The world was bri brighter and f fairer then then then-or or so it sees seems seem the gray haired men the streamlets gurgled r led 0 oer o'er er whiter stones the fish w e better with fewer bones the lo logs s and boulders on which we sat were SEI as plush plush but but they they've ve out outgrown rown that Alas my for the old 1 and the winding stream and the woodland ways and the journey home hT the du duSk k was gray old gray r y- y ld ag age a million of lea leagues ues away And so I sit wit WIt pipe and b book ok and hear the ca call of the babbling brook but my mv Ie legs s are and my feet are sore and the brook must come to my cotta cottage door COP r lt 1910 bv br Geor George e Matthew Adams |