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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416717" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Aunt Mary's</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wasn't it pleasant, O brother mine,<br>In those old days of the lost sunshine<br>Of youth-- when the Saturday's chores were through,<br>And the 'Sunday's wood' in the kitchen too,<br>And we went visiting, 'me and you,'<br>Out to Old Aunt Mary's?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It all comes back so clear to-day!<br>Though I am as bald as you are gray--<br>Out by the barn-lot, and down the lane,<br>We patter along in the dust again,<br>As light as the tips of the drops of the rain,<br>Out to Old Aunt Mary's!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We cross the pasture, and through the wood<br>Where the old gray snag of the poplar stood,<br>Where the hammering 'red-heads' hopped awry,<br>And the buzzard 'raised' in the 'clearing' sky<br>And lolled and circled, as we went by<br>Out to Old Aunt Mary's.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then in the dust of the road again;<br>And the teams we met, and the countrymen;<br>And the long highway, with sunshine spread<br>As thick as butter on country bread,<br>Our cares behind, and our hearts ahead<br>Out to Old Aunt Mary's.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why, I see her now in the open door,<br>Where the little gourds grew up the sides and o'er<br>The clapboard roof--! And her face-- ah, me!<br>Wasn't it good for a boy to see--<br>And wasn't it good for a boy to be<br>Out to Old Aunt Mary's?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The jelly-- the Jam and the marmalade,<br>And the cherry and quince 'preserves'' she made!<br>And the sweet-sour pickles of peach and pear,<br>With cinnamon in 'em, and all things rare--!<br>And the more we ate was the more to spare,<br>Out to Old Aunt Mary's!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the old spring-house in the cool green gloom<br>Of the willow-trees--, and the cooler room<br>Where the swinging-shelves and the crocks were kept--<br>Where the cream in a golden languor slept<br>While the waters gurgled and laughed and wept--<br>Out to Old Aunt Mary's.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And O my brother, so far away,<br>This is to tell you she waits to-day<br>To welcome us--: Aunt Mary fell<br>Asleep this morning, whispering-- 'Tell<br>The boys to come!' And all is well<br>Out to Old Aunt Mary's.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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In those old days of the lost sunshine
Of youth-- when the Saturday's chores were through,
And the 'Sunday's wood' in the kitchen too,
And we went visiting, 'me and you,'
Out to Old Aunt Mary's?

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