MEMORIES OF YESTERDAY
The splinters in the old pine floor.
The hitching rail in front of the store.
An artesian well deep and cool.
A spinet with a screw type stool.
The country doctor’s understanding face,
Whose horse ran many a close stork race.
The crowd that gathered when the train came through.
A vanished era replaced by the new.
A vanished era of a simple way,
Filed under "Memories of Yesterday."