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Edgar Guest - The Things You Can`t Forget
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They ain`t much, seen from day to day--
The big elm tree across the way,
The church spire, an` the meetin` place
Lit up by many a friendly face.
You pass `em by a dozen times
An` never think o` them in rhymes,
Or fit for poet`s singin`. Yet
They`re all the things you can`t forget;
An` they`re the things you`ll miss some day
If ever you should go away.

The people here ain`t much to see--
Jes` common folks like you an` me,
Doin` the ordinary tasks
Which life of everybody asks:
Old Dr. Green, still farin` `round
To where his patients can be found,
An` Parson Hill, serene o` face,
Carryin` God`s message every place,
An` Jim, who keeps the grocery store--
Yet they are folks you`d hunger for.

They seem so plain when close to view--
Bill Barker, an` his brother too,
The Jacksons, men of higher rank
Because they chance to run the bank,
Yet friends to every one round here,
Quiet an` kindly an` sincere,
Not much to sing about or praise,
Livin` their lives in modest ways--
Yet in your memory they`d stay
If ever you should go away.

These are things an` these the men
Some day you`ll long to see again.
Now it`s so near you scarcely see
The beauty o` that big elm tree,
But some day later on you will
An` wonder if it`s standin` still,
An` if the birds return to sing
An` make their nests there every spring.
Mebbe you scorn them now, but they
Will bring you back again some day.
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