| Show OLD EDITOR HAS DAY DREAM longs longi to view happy scenes of years yearn ago but hit rest Is rudely interrupted the editor of tho the old home paper find and nothing to do for a little while and the novel sensation made him n trino trifle maudlin 1 I want to get out and stretch the hinks from my back he said to the fire sale handbill on the wall 1 I want to wander down the lane that lint leads back to the cie long ngo I 1 want to kniff the sweet odors odora of oc tile the ripening apples and lizt hit to tho the huni hum of the elder cider mill I 1 want to see the old alit hackberry hack herry tree by the spout spring arid find it if the initials that I 1 carved on its trunk forty years ago are still there I 1 want to be the boy again who used to sit bit on top of the gate post ant and watch down tho the lane for dud dad to return from the field awant to see the darkness creep creel up out of the cast up and up and across until it chases the lavender light from the lie western sky and tho the stars shine forth and the moon rises like ft a ruby bull ball over tho tha willer wilier creek timber I 1 want to hear while the scents of oven browned coffee and frying ahnin como come on the night breeze mother culling calling er er mrs birs take a chair please yes res we shall be glad to print this original poem on tile tho death by choking of your second cousin lion iron pursley pouch Iou cli over at Squar squantum tum olt oh no trouble at all sirs mrs we assure you call again I 1 kanins city star |
