TREE-TOAD, THE
UP AND DOWN OLD BRANDYWINE
WET-WEATHER TALK
WHEN EARLY MARCH SEEMS MIDDLE MAY
WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN
WHEN THE GREEN GITS BACK IN THE TREES
WHERE THE CHILDREN USED TO PLAY
WORTERMELON TIME





RILEY FARM-RHYMES





THE ORCHARD LANDS OF LONG AGO


The orchard lands of Long Ago!
O drowsy winds, awake, and blow
The snowy blossoms back to me,
And all the buds that used to be!
Blow back along the grassy ways
Of truant feet, and lift the haze
Of happy summer from the trees
That trail their tresses in the seas