TO THE GOOD OLD-FASHIONED PEOPLE

The deadnin' and the thicket's jes' a b'ilin' full o' June, From the rattle o' the cricket, to the yaller-hammer's tune; And the catbird in the bottom and the sap-suck on the snag, Seems's ef they cain't—od-rot-'em!—jes' do nothin' else but brag! There' music in the twitter o' the bluebird and the jay, And that sassy little critter jes' a-peckin' all the day; There' music in the "flicker," and there' music in the thrush, And there' music in the snicker o' the chipmunk in the brush!— There' music all around me!—And I go back—in a dream Sweeter yit than ever found me fast asleep:—And, in the stream That used to split the medder wher' the dandylions growed, I stand knee-deep, and redder than the sunset down the road.

CONTENTS

TO THE GOOD OLD-FASHIONED PEOPLE

RILEY FARM-RHYMES

THE ORCHARD LANDS OF LONG AGO

WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN

WHEN THE GREEN GITS BACK IN THE TREES

WET-WEATHER TALK

THE BROOK-SONG

THOUGHTS FER THE DISCURAGED FARMER

"MYLO JONES'S WIFE"

HOW JOHN QUIT THE FARM

A CANARY AT THE FARM

WHERE THE CHILDREN USED TO PLAY

GRIGGSBY'S STATION

KNEE-DEEP IN JUNE

SEPTEMBER DARK

THE CLOVER

OLD OCTOBER

OLD-FASHIONED ROSES

A COUNTRY PATHWAY

WORTERMELON TIME

UP AND DOWN OLD BRANDYWINE

WHEN EARLY MARCH SEEMS MIDDLE MAY

A TALE OF THE AIRLY DAYS

OLD MAN'S NURSERY RHYME

JUNE

THE TREE-TOAD

A SONG OF LONG AGO

OLD WINTERS ON THE FARM

ROMANCIN'

RILEY FARM-RHYMES