ALL THE OLD
DEAD AND
HAPPY
They are beneath me, laughing in the dirt;
their wonderful times living on - that barnyard
party with all the pitchforks dancing, that haymow
revel where the banjos played on. I have known
them all, and lived through bliss and candy. The
ice cream socials of Wallace McKnight, the proud
horse-trot promenades of the girls of 4H. All
these were grand - Warren and Roger
and
Betty and Duane, now buried and dead.
And, oh yes, that quite serviceable
graveyard at the top of our hill -
now it's been re-opened and quite
put to use. What once had been
a dark and fenced corner is now
alive with my friends and fellows.
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