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MY SUMMER LOVE
My summer love, was sweet and fair With moonbeams playing in her hair Her eyes were bright, as the evening star Alas! My summer love, I wonder where you are,
Your tender kiss filled my lonely heart with ecstasy When you, were near it was just like paradise to me But like the sunsets glow at close of day Too, soon, my summer love went on her way (repeat)
July 12, 1958
BOYHOOD DREAM
I went for a walk, down the old wagon trail
As I did in the days long ago
I lingered a while, near the barnyard stile
And dream'd in the soft after glow
I went back over the years where I was a boy
And played in the old red bam
From its cobwebby beams, having a million dreams
Which filled my heart with a song
I was soon awakened from my reverie by a night birds
Soft refrain
Then I walked, on back, the old wagon trail To my present, world again.
To Our Old Red Barn and my boys ?
Dear Ossian Hall, my thanks to thee For bringing back this memory.
"This poem is dedicated to "Ossian Hall" the beautiful mansion destroyed by fire a few years after 1 wrote this poem after attending a beautiful tea in the ante-bellum home.
DOWN A SHADY LANE TO HEAVEN
I have heard tales of Paradise on earth,
Now I find that they come true Hid, among the trees in a cottage small I will show, my Paradise to you.
Refrain ?
Down a shady lane, on my way to heaven My footsteps take me, every night at seven,
Where the path is lighted by a friendly moon And the air is scented with roses' sweet perfume.
Little birds are cuddled in a nearby tree,
And an angel's waiting there to welcome me,
That's just why I hurry home each night at seven Down a shady lane to heaven.
MINUET OF THE SUNBEAMS
May 8, 1962
Come into my cottage, pretty sunbeams Dance a minuet around the floor You are sure to see, there will always be A friendly welcome at my cottage door While the birds outside are sweetly singing My! I wonder who could ask for me There's a million sunbeams softly dancing A merrily around my cottage floor.


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