Sequachee Valley news. (Sequachee [Sequatchie], Tenn.) 1896-1952, 1917-08-02
FROM SAILOR BOYS
IN U. S. NAVY

Editor News:
| guess you will be somewhat
surprised to hear from me, but
would like to receive a copy Of
your paper, also if you have room
to put this in the next issue.
Down in Sunny Tennessee"
Is the sunshine any brighter
From the years that used to be?
Is the moonlight any softer
Down in Sunny Tennessee?
Are the song birds anv sweeter
AS they MARBLE to their mates?
Are the mountains any higher
Than they are in other states?
For you understand the feeling,
If you have ever roamed,
The sky is always btner,
And the old-time friends seem truer,
When q fellow thinks Of home.
When the way take is weary
Through the shadows of the years,
When the day has seen my sorrow
And the dark has known my fears,
Then | turn to you and whisper;
o, the night has grown so deep
Where l thought Fame's light was far
ing.
Only guests and shadows creep,
Can't you see am lonesome for you?
can see old lanes that wonder
Where the naples bend and sway;
can see your orchards waiting
Where the children used to play;
And they're full Of dreams that beckon
TO long forgotten day.
And when the day is over
In the sunshine's purple glow,
Your fields are faint with starlight
From the dusks OF long ago,
That a fellow used to know.
can see you now before me,
From your mountains to your plains;
Through the glory OF your sunlight
And the gray mists Of your rains;
Also OF your twilight winds or singing
OF the fine, brave days Of old.
ITO Sequatchie boys:
OF the days when "Jackson'S courage"
Gave the city back its faith.
Out of the highway of the brave,
And SequatchieS mighty raiders
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Then the vision changes color,
Where the softer dreams remain
OF lips as red as roses
That are ruined in April's rain;
OF eyes as blue as May deeps
Where the Violets are born,
And voices that are softer
Than the SUI mer's wind at dawn.
Than the summers wind that whisper
From the long and long Ago
When fellow starts to dreaming
OF girl he used to know.
Where shadows drift and gather
There's mist before my eyes,
From fields Of waving bluegrass
And from still remembered skies;
Where vanished winds come singing,
Through the fragrance of your loan,
The story of your glory
And the old, old song Of home.
The old, old song that echoes
On the far winds of the night
That sings above the war drums"
And the tumult of the tight<
That sweeps across the cities
Where the flags of triumph fly,
And whispers in the twilight
Where the wounded wait to die,
The song of all the millions
Who have held one dream at bay
Of road beyond tomorrow
That will lead back home some day.
And when the buggler comes calling
To take my 'rag-pack and hammock"
TO face the way for leading,
That might not bring me back,
still hold to the vision
OF dim, old-fashioned lanes,
June's silver mornings,
And through gray Octobers rains;
And grander than all triumphs
That ever come to us
A class that waits with welcome
When we come home again.
BY sailors of L. s., Navy, Era and
irady Condra.
How did the play come out and
lid they 60 any where else to act
t?
We are having a nice time and
20 are all of Unce Sans sailors.
There are from 1900 to 5000
sailors here.
Is Lawrence F. still in, the
News office?
Has the Seouatchie team been
olaving any ball? We had a
,ame with sailors off the Battle
hip Pennsylvania Saturday, and |
,eat them 3 to 2.
We have show four times a
week, and tennis, baseball, has.
golf, etc., any day in
week.
H. G. CONDRA.
J. S. Naval Training Station.
Co. 10, Norfolk, Va.
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