DO the boys and girls still go to Siever's For cider, after school, in late September? Or gather hazel nuts among the thickets On Aaron Hatfield's farm when the frosts begin? For many times with the laughing girls and boys Played I along the road and over the hills When the sun was low and the air was cool, Stopping to club the walnut tree Standing leafless against a flaming west. Now, the smell of the autumn smoke, And the dropping acorns, And the echoes about the vales Bring dreams of life. They hover over me. They question me: Where are those laughing comrades? How many are with me, how many In the old orchards along the way to Siever's, And in the woods that overlook The quiet water? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE IN THE WINDS by RICHARD HOVEY FRIENDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE HAYSWATER BOAT by MATTHEW ARNOLD THERE WAS A GARDEN by MARIE BARTON CLASS POEM by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE CONNECTICUT ROAD SONG by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: FRIDAY by JOHN BYROM |