The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1905-02-11
OLD BOB WHITE,
AUSTIN ARNOLD.

OLD BOB WHITE,
AUSTIN ARNOLD
living the old days over again. the boy had forgot
In the Of the years bere within and the
Back to the land youth have hadeep memos stream
Aud the present only shifting dream.
and he who unbars the way,
This goam Of autumn day.
Is only mOttled quail
A perch broken rail-
Calling "Old Bob WhteW
To the level lights
While up from reed-hidden, calamuS marsh
Floats "knee deep" from out waterY green threats harsh
magical you give me once the eventide at home
with its wooded hills Deep rich valley loam
Now there's shouting In the meadows ringing laughter all abroad
AS the hands rampng through rusng
And alOit OF purping corner
That reckless old soiOurneT,
ruddY autumn quail
A-tt a riderrail,
Whistles 'Od Bob White"
To the coming night;
While up from the ponds the yoncopn
Comes knee deep kneedeep from the wide hrOats harsh
And whitening the where the branch the
Aud Shep mad barking from the sle.block sky
For joy alone unless the air Is phantomed to hseYe
And milky fragrance warm,
blending attared BARN
Mixes with the scent Of flowers
Iu the dew.wet borders bowers;
With the sweetbriar's Odorous Chamber,
With the trumpets honeyed amber;
And Betsy takes the pVgu from the sunny outside wall
And to do night milking with low soft cuckoo call.
And Jim up in the walnut tree skinning high cat
And dreamy Ned prone the grass hid his hat
While take last '1et herdie" before go a-feld
To exutDgly return upon the generous faows' yield.
And mother speaks from the door,
Midst aureoe Of sun,
To bid us home with Father;
Then waits watch
Through rusty Of clover,
That whips riotng bare feet
lad threading ala dov low call comup from stuOUe Of wheat
While chpmuck the wood logs makes journey
And the shadows of the evening
They again like faces remembered by
The gable heightened on the grass the chimney reaching far
With its wheeling flight of swallows the air;
And the double of the wellsweep
Stretches long upon the sward
And the garden palngs reach to where
The gnarled oak stands guard;
the hitch post The path
Satures IS G,tu,
While my double giant chasing, running as l run
With stick shoulder to make tn shadow giants
naples yellow, aud russell on the corn
The blazing scarlet the hill behind the barn:
And the thinning lahge Of the ems miSed in dio haze
Where migrant hocks gathriDg a flight coming days
Across the reddening afterglow
lated swallow dips him low;
And Tab, early twilight prowl
Turns eager a stirring owl;
One deep star sudden glows
Where the young wider grows,
While clearer from the rushes in the further meadow marsh
Comes kneedep knee Deep from the wate thoats harsh
Le choicest blessing your utethroaed Old Bob Whe
May web and woof of Fate for you very bright.
May vsgran sportsman still the reedy vibrant
OF ioyouSness home within your mellow, rued throat
Your magic will with
Through busy hours, balmed refrain,
And may he meet again
go a road OF happier trend
For chanciOg you, featheed friend:
The wine life gows redder the clear eurgent light
or the charm that you have wrought me,
For tn lost boyhood you have brought
Mantric Old Bob White.
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