Pocahontas star herald., 1923-06-29
Leaving The Home
(By Mrs. T. u. Johnson)


ing, when l am leaving you, with
your many scenes of interest / am
bidding you adeu; in your walls no
more Wen gather my lovely friends
to meet, but in new and pretty cot
tage these same friends l shall greet.
Never again at evening tide will l
stead 1 fancy I'll mingle in a far and
| different lore | know in after years
I'll feign pass you in your deprecated
| state, but from the news that's ev-
erywhere, this is going to be our fate.
The screaming night hawk l fancy will
/ listen for some stir or noise within,
while the fire fly goes dancing by on
his swift and nOiseless wing. No more
/ I'll be lured by the loving shadows of
your beautiful tall shade trees. They
seem to stand and just beckon when
they know I'm going to leave The
mOcking bird with his shrill note will
find me no more at midnight to wake,
but his song will issue from his lovely
throat while he chirps and calls for
his beautiful mate. think even now
see him sitting on the old grapevine,
fitting there in streams of moon
light, while for his song l long and
pine.
Dear old fields and meadows, am
bidding you adieu, with your clover,
cOwslips and dandelions, I'll often
dream of you, and in the still quiet
hush of midnight oftimes the past re-
turns again, tits then I'll be in clover
pathways with the red-breast in the
glen. Dear woodland you're beautiful
just now behold, with your beds of
purple violets and your rich dark
leafy mold. 'Tis here the wild birds
come to nestle, and disport their love
to their young, tits here the workmen
bask in your shadows, from the heat
of the nOon-day sun.
Dear old barn-yard and your be-
longings, I've watched your late and
fast decay you have offered shelter
for stock about you, and made room
for many tons of golden hay In your
walls have once been garnered, stored
and kept and well preserved, cotton,
corn, rice, wheat and moving, that's
fed the stock from year to year. No
more will l hear the gentle cows low
ing homeward, while Bossies play and
chase about, nor will ever be en-
numbered gathering downy chicks from
the lot.
And you, orchard, with your fruit
so choice, so rich and rare, I'm bidding
you adieu, no more with you I'll share
but your fruit will bloom and ripen,
| one by one your trees fall down, other
hands will gather your harvest when
they your fruit have found.
And to you, dear old help-house,
can no more dependent be, you have
offered comfort and shelter to those
who have been lovely to me, with your
tiny little garden with its rows of
beautiful flowers, have been a pleas
ure to the many who've dwelt beneath
your vines and bowers, but you will
be left lonely now, no mirth will be
within, your doors will be closed soft
ly, you'll listen only to rain and wind.
And to you my lovely flowers, / am
bidding you adieu, the poets could not
describe each and every hue. 1 know
you will miss your gardener, for I've
cared for you each one, I've shielded
you from the cold Jack-Frost, I've
i protected you from the heated sun.
I've watched you bud and blossom, I've
: seen your throats filled with dew, I've
!: seen the diamonds on your petals when
| come to visit you. With sweet per-
fume you are bowed and laden, emit
ting them so delicate here and there.
Z I've studied your nature in the twi-
2 light, when l hardly think you knew
3 I was there. But now you will be left
( to wither, to droop to fade and die,
Z with all your lovely hues and colors,
. beneath the cold and wintry sky, and in
4 the changing Of the season when the
< buds put forth at will, in your beds
so lOwly, listen for the call only of
) the whipporwill Adieu to you sweet
2 white daisies, down in your green
! frnged dell, no more will come to
listen TO the story you want to tell.
Z To my beautiful rosary I'm bid
D ding you adieu, when the breezes
: blow soft at evening. and night time
( falls the dew. Your lovllness win be
: unheeded, only strangers will pass
you by, and in the chilly winds of
December, you each must shatter, fade
and die.
Beautiful and spirited prancing
horses, before me each wintry day, I'll
never more listen for the sound of
your hoof, while DER the frozen
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