Coun­try Mem­o­ries

Evergreen - - Almanac - LES­LIE RED­VERS JOYCE, 1948

Oh could we all just once again To­gether walk that rut­ted lane ’ Tween brack­ened hill and meadow sweet And grasses whis­per­ing at our feet.

Sweet- scented air on sum­mer’s morn, Red pop­pies in the golden corn, A rip­pling, bur­bling brook nearby And plovers wheel­ing in the sky Like petals on the morn­ing breeze Fly but­terfl ies and honey bees, They seem to kiss each fl ower they meet, What gor­geous fruit and honey sweet.

No more the farmer’s mid­day snack With hands be­hind the old haystack, A cider jar on shoul­der high, A gur­gle and con­tented sigh.

Noth­ing new seems quite the same, No neigh­ing horse or lurch­ing wain, A trac­tor far across the lea Does sadly bring it home to me.

Oh could we all for just a while Pause and let Mother Na­ture smile.

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