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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390955" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My playmates</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool--<br>Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool;<br>It brings me soothing fancies of the homestead on the hill,<br>And I hear the thrush's evening song and the robin's morning trill;<br>So I fall to thinking tenderly of those I used to know<br>Where the sassafras and snakeroot and checkerberries grow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What has become of Ezra Marsh, who lived on Baker's hill?<br>And what's become of Noble Pratt, whose father kept the mill?<br>And what's become of Lizzie Crum and Anastasia Snell,<br>And of Roxie Root, who 'tended school in Boston for a spell?<br>They were the boys and they the girls who shared my youthful play--<br>They do not answer to my call! My playmates--where are they?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What has become of Levi and his little brother Joe,<br>Who lived next door to where we lived some forty years ago?<br>I'd like to see the Newton boys and Quincy Adams Brown,<br>And Hepsy Hall and Ella Cowles, who spelled the whole school down!<br>And Gracie Smith, the Cutler boys, Leander Snow, and all<br>Who I am sure would answer could they only hear my call!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd like to see Bill Warner and the Conkey boys again<br>And talk about the times we used to wish that we were men!<br>And one--I shall not name her--could I see her gentle face<br>And hear her girlish treble in this distant, lonely place!<br>The flowers and hopes of springtime--they perished long ago,<br>And the garden where they blossomed is white with winter snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O cottage neath the maples, have you seen those girls and boys<br>That but a little while ago made, oh! such pleasant noise?<br>O trees, and hills, and brooks, and lanes, and meadows, do you know<br>Where I shall find my little friends of forty years ago?<br>You see I'm old and weary, and I've traveled long and far;<br>I am looking for my playmates--I wonder where they are!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool;
It brings me soothing fancies of the homestead on the hill,
And I hear the thrush's evening song and the robin's morning trill;
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