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Show V1LBUR D. NESBIT I've just been wondering, BU, if you remember re-member Massie's Crick Or "creek' they call it nowadays with sumach growing thick Along the banks, and willows that bent down to make a shade Above the dreaming shallows where us boys one time would wade. Remember how it used to loaf sedately through the town And out into the pasture lands, and then would hurry down t Betw-een the cliffs and sang and sang q song to you and me That told us of the outer world, the rivers and the sea. I've just been wondering.. Bill, that's all, if you still hear it sing, If you can shut your eyes and see the spray that it would fling. Above the rocks until it sparkled on the hanging ferns That nodded from the mossy cliffs in hid- v den nooks and turns. Remember how we used to throw our bare selves down and lie j A-looking through the checker work of I good green leaves and sky, And count the cloud ships sailing through N I the sea of limpid blue j Ah, then we did not know how much j that meant for me and you! The sunshine shuttled through the leaves - and jeweled all the stream. As laughter sometimes bubbles through the mazes of a dream, And we knew not that roundabout the big world waited then To rob us of our boyish ways when we should grow to men. I've Just been wondering, Bill, if you can hear old Massie's Crick, Call softly through the summer days j and does your heart beat quick In answer? Does your mind leap bacK I into the long ago And laugh and sing and dream again th days we used to know? J |