Tensas gazette., 1894-11-02
FAREWELL OIL, SUMNER!
For tne Tenss- GAZETTE.

SOftSPNru OctoDef WIN gtHiIt
fingers has DIRE .seh the trees iG rus
set brown with here and there IL
glimpse of scarlet and gold, grace>
iul ulunes of golden rod mods from
every ditch bank waile the wild
helitrope shines IKE blue stars at
it's feet, Mother Earth ~ covered
with a @arm carpet et fallen leaves
" bile in every pasSlng breeze the
p-tted darlings OF summer that
have Haunted their brightest green
from the bighe>t tree top, comes
rust;inG down, Farewell, Oh sum>
mer! Can the blue sky above us
turn TO the lpaden skies Oi stern
wiate,l Can tue soft blue haze
that Was Eili aud dale in its
mystic shroui ever tern to the
binding fall of rain; aud the scft
breezes tDat touch our cheeks with
kisses tender as a lovers. can they
e.er turn to the freezing blasts OF
winter that shrek and howl with
with demonlc fury as they rush
aloag carrying death anil des;ruc>
ton IN their pathi
There Is always something sad
about the Fall. of the year.
metninks. | cafrs. see saa>faced
SCmmer with streaming eyes aud
outstrelch implorlng hands ,kneei-
ing to Kiug Winter, begging FOR the
lives of these her fairest aud dear>
est. An! golden ROD, thy liie is
almost DER.
Where The "Choctsw" winds It's
sluggish course between banks cars
peted With the past gIories o. sums
mer, small party met Tor "the last
picnic OF the seasor." Twas a
pleasant day for all, wanderlD <
through the deserted houses If the
Old SnOIgrass place. or following
the course of the "Chuclaw" which
giIdrd along silently and still tell
ing 40 tales ot ty-SOne days, Oi
leaving on the 3ickrI crick pl,.i,'
that once supported bs!dGe Osei
tue silent stream fellow talking 81
the vanished Summer days, Whci
=; last the slsntins sGaunams toi,
Ot another day alD6 st gone "
turned on taces b0mew In
AS iie soft shades 1T night beg.
to ia!l ann tue twlnkling stars Oh,
by one rane on: 10 the blue vaai
above, al thoughts tutned to ~th
past day. Man! are IN the SUN
mer OF tlrir uyee; all ~ tair oi.ioi
: them; with bright trusting eye
they scaa the vriled future; eveI
one eageI hand IL OutstietchHh &
draw aside the rOse.hued cuTial
that hides the "to>mo.rows" frot
their view, while others have t,l
lthe keen blasts of winter on thri
hearts aud too we'll they know ia
fleetin. joys OF summer must com
to an end,
Fare-weil oh! stun mer, gche al
the Joys aud sOrrows YOU brongt
/. us; gone the Iong sunny days wit
r their soft breeZr> Iadened with I'll
perfume of roses; gone the sot
, ballny nights VITA IT'S nitcbry
4 moon light and sha'iOvs,--gone. /:
a gone, and naught is left but memor
'TiS ot;en said "hope iOr yOuni
I memory Tor the Old" bat, ah! rC
US not of memory. Drear iDdet
q would he our lives without mem'
~. 1t Is the silver lining to a
: dark clouds of lite. Hope is SUI
n light on daUcing streamlet. b.
r memory is moOnbeams on st
5 waters. From the stately cOttC
:. wood tree withered leaves flOate
with many an airy wbirl and cl"cl
and tell at my rect where they Il
. hathed IN the yellow light OF Il
t "Iiarvest moOn,"--tit emblemS
=. tue dead hopes of the vanlsh'
summer. Summer, seems to me,
young life cut of In its brighte
u period and as | softly plucked fro
- it's parent s,em rosebud of pear
:. whiteless these beautiful lines
Mrs. Herman's amr tn Ssy lips: