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Edgar Lee Masters - Hare Drummer
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Do the boys and girls still go to Siever`s
For cider, after school, in late September?
Or gather hazel nuts among the thickets
On Aaron Hatfield`s farm when the frosts begin?
For many times with the laughing girls and boys
Played I along the road and over the hills
When the sun was low and the air was cool,
Stopping to club the walnut tree
Standing leafless against a flaming west.
Now, the smell of the autumn smoke,
And the dropping acorns,
And the echoes about the vales
Bring dreams of life. They hover over me.
They question me:
Where are those laughing comrades?
How many are with me, how many
In the old orchards along the way to Siever`s,
And in the woods that overlook
The quiet water?
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