Camp Paownyc's doors on their hinges swing For the friends of ye olden day; Our guests, from the past fond memories bring, From the springtime of life in May. On through the forests of crimson and gold The magnet of friendship doth guide, Where the latchstring hangs as in days of old From the door on its outer side. While the log fires burn, hearts and faces glow With a light no bounds can confine. The boys and the girls that we used to know The past and the present entwine. 'Tis balm to the heart to live once again Those days that forever are past, To share with each other life's joy and pain While friendship endures to the last. As memory turns to the flowers of spring While colors of autumn surround, Birds are turning southward on feathered wing And leaves flutter down to the ground. When we turn our faces away once more As each guest from our hearth departs, Remember the trail to Paownyc's door As the trail blazed by loving hearts. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR COUNTRY'S CALL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE ROSE AND THORN by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE HISTORY OF A LIFE by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER THE MAHOGANY TREE by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY CHORUS FROM A TRAGEDY by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) SONNET: 15 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |