| Show OUT AMONG THE HICK RYS golden autumn days when the nuts were fall rs down when the autumn skies are graying and the earth Is turn ng brown and the leaves in golden showers from the trees are fai fal ing down memory on its s lent pinions wings away toward the days when the sun of was shedding on our head its golden rays we can see the shocks shock of fodder standing just as when we left see the ch ho a d ng acorns in their claws so sharp and deft hear the hickry hick ry nuts come falling from the grand old shellbark trees when their limbs were softly shaken by the fingers of the breeze we can hear the turkeys gobbling in the barnyard cross the lane hear the hamning huern ng of the threshers pound ng out the golden grain see the yellow 0 d cow punk pu ns lying thick upon the ground with the stub e of tl ti a e cornstalks sharp ly hedging them around but the very sweetest music that came to our boyish ears music c that has clung unto us through the in g years was the mus c that was started by the antics of the breeze hick ry nuts a ng downward from the shaggy shellbark trees how auswild youngsters hard hardy Y pro products dof of the farms hastened to the nearby by woodland pillow sl pa hung on ion our arms lading echoes with our laughter an sw ertag the bob wl te s call when the frost was on the fences and the nuts began to tall fall busy were our 1 atle fingers as we filled the muslin s ps rude at times the exclamations that would ripple from our I 1 ps As wed we d guy the bold intruders saucy vell uell dressed bos from town out am among 0 ng the hel bark hick rys when the nuts were fa ling down looking back 0 er life so riddled with its pleasures and ts pa ns with its ts seasons g ad with sunshine and its days of ch ing rains like an eier ever sparkling jewel in the mem ry crown ab aze comes the joyous reco lection of those careless boyhood days comes a picture of the farmhouse of the crooked old rail fence ot of the saucy arela barking in the wood so deep and dense ot of the leases so softly rustling when disturbed by pass ng pg breeze and the hick ry nuts a falling from the grand old shel bark trees |
