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REMEMBRANCE OF A CHILDHOOD AND A FOREST FROM JOHN HENRY GREEN

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John Henry Green (1856-1940)

A remembrance written in 1880 about his boyhood in Palos Hills, Illinois.

You may say that the hills look so squatty and bare,
But in my memoir picture a great forest was there.
 
A great virgin forest so mossy and green overhead,
When the chill wind brings frost, that mantle turns red.
 
The red of the leaves and the blue of the skies,
Make a sight that would charm the cruelest of eyes.
 
Such coloring, just blended in millions of shades,
While flocks of wild pigeons enliven the jades.
 
In a rift through the trees with the sun shining through,
Scores of wild deer at play neath the heaven so blue.
 
But the wild pigeons have gone like the spreading trees,
The deer have departed, likewise the wild bees.
 
You may say that the place looks quite scrawny and bare,
I love the place for what it was when the forest was there.

 

                                                    

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