Country - Side

O...I went to see the countryside,
In the autumn of the year.
And a happy strain inside of me,
Came out...when I was near.

I saw birds chirping in a tree,
With branches almost dead.
And there along the running stream,
Were trees all dressed in red.

The swale below was very bright,
It took off in a streak.
And in the tanglements of growth,
I heard a bubbling creek.

The whinney of a horse was loud,
Sounding through the air.
With mane a-flying up and down,
It was a trotting mare.

O...so glorious was the sight,
With color making spills.
Then traveling up the near-by lane,
And off toward the hills.

E.P. 1908 - 1989