Crittenden record-press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1909-191?, 1917-12-06
Memories.
(By JAMES f VNsoN. Dallas. Texas


Ga the branches swinging low:
Where the mocki'g bird sings in the early morn
And the bob. bites come ard go
Where the blue-iay ft from b. Ugh to Dough,
And the squirrel nimbe and free;
And the crow as he calls from the field hard by,
Bling Mem ries back to me-.
For the cd cave spring nesles there IN the rocks,
At the foot of the old rugged hill;
While the crags here and there make home Tor the OWL
Ard haunt for the old whippoorwi;
And pause me to drink Of the fountain 80 pure,
rrs !, i.aves for its trip to the sea-
And rho voods and ne SHADOWS and the valley below.
Bring Memories back to me.
And think of the days when in childhood strayed'
Near the Of the gurgIng rlII;
And the friends of my youth whom hrs learned " 'o'e'
Whose voices forever are still
For they sleep some OF them il the church, yards near BY
And some far away toward' the sea;
And the shadows and shade where in childhood played
Bring Memories back to me-.
And the thoughts of the past come hocking to me.
As sit in the leaty shade:
And think of the DAYS in the long long ago
The sweetest in life il is sad;
For the morning in life is sunshns and song
From sorrow and care we are tree
So sit and think while another lresh drink.
Bring Memories back to me.
1t is sweet to return to the old homestead
Though bitter is there know;
For time in his march taxes iri-@i after friend
! From the ranks Of tn long 1ng ago
And silently sit while hush deep and stlIl.
i Steals down on the woodland and lea;
Aud the stiffness deep while the world seems to sleep
i Brings Memories back to M,
Der the hill stands the house with ITS chmneys OF stone
Looking old and neglected a. gray;
And the roseadened perfume tn 1 once filled the air
i Has wasted its fragrance away;
And the old orchard too with IL fresh building fruit
IL.
And the chaos that reigns round he home oil my youth
Brings Memories ba k to me
And The cistern is there but the curblng is gone
And the MINDLESS has gone decay
And the old fashioned bucket so often upturned
= To my lips at the close of tn, day:
All, all are no more and as sadly muse,
v On the wreck Of what once used to be-
r turn me for the wreck and decay,
t Bring Memories back u m.
o And the stately old az with IT. branches so VIDE
-. Has been dead for the tel me so long;
AND the place looks 20 drear as gaze on 1t mere
n For It's beGuty is vanished and gone;
IS And the fond family ties that eutwined round the home
NJ Are broken and ever must be
And the fragments some here ana some See'
IS Bring Memories back to
There hills aud where the sunDeamS rest
Z And the winds chase each o.hcr at play;
And ,he BIRDS lllt and sing a1 thy once sang 10 me-
u As higd me to school aud Away;
But the scho,house is gone and children no more
Pc. Gather there IN their frollcsome gIee;
Yet the spot is shrine treasured down through the years
j. Bringing Memories back 10 me.
!, have brothers who played round the same humoe uoor
b.. With their marbles, their bat or their ball
III And sisters Where love like ray from above
IN In my musings iondly recall
Of And father and mother belonged to tins group
10 But have passed to eternity sea-
ID AnJ the Past like scroll many treasures UNFOLD
10 Bringing Memories back 10 me.
And with parents and brothers aud sisters and friends
es And playmat-s to mem ny dear,
m would law my lir,d dy with them dowh TO rest
ne And S,r,p THROUGH the vanishing years
or AID out from the depths oil the long buried past
rs An ARMY Of aces ! see;
NJ As Fancy ste ais through the lapse oil the years
Bringing mo les b.ci to me.
e.. Arn her IN he sha o. the EN- and the OAK
e.. won JON them in sIumber profound;
of Until Time grow ins old his tired pnlons shal tod
m And his sc.pter forever lay down
nd on the hses and valleys and fields have grown green
er And the stream rolls along to the sea;
re And the silenc, r)founi "a it hovers around
e. Brings Memories back to me-
Many Years I've been gone from the sacred Oh spot
n. Der the mountains and deserts and plains;
Yet the fields and the woods and tn friends oil my YOUTH
lam glad to be with them again;
. For never sor.ot the sgeet da Of my YOUTH