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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416813" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mulberry Tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's many's the scenes which is dear to my mind<br>As I think of my childhood so long left behind;<br>The home of my birth, with it's old puncheon-floor,<br>And the bright morning-glories that growed round the door;<br>The warped clab-board roof whare the rain it run off<br>Into streams of sweet dreams as I laid in the loft,<br>Countin' all of the joys that was dearest to me,<br>And a-thinkin' the most of the mulberry tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And to-day as I dream, with both eyes wide-awake,<br>I can see the old tree, and its limbs as they shake,<br>And the long purple berries that rained on the ground<br>Whare the pastur' was bald whare we trommpt it around.<br>And again, peekin' up through the thick leafy shade,<br>I can see the glad smiles of the friends when I strayed<br>With my little bare feet from my own mother's knee<br>To foller them off to the mulberry tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leanin' up in the forks, I can see the old rail,<br>And the boy climbin' up it, claw, tooth, and toe-nail,<br>And in fancy can hear, as he spits on his hands,<br>The ring of his laugh and the rip of his pants.<br>But that rail led to glory, as certin and shore<br>As I'll never climb thare by that rout' any more--<br>What was all the green lauruls of Fame unto me,<br>With my brows in the boughs of the mulberry tree!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then it's who can fergit the old mulberry tree<br>That he knowed in the days when his thoughts was as free<br>As the flutterin' wings of the birds that flew out<br>Of the tall wavin' tops as the boys come about?<br>O, a crowd of my memories, laughin' and gay,<br>Is a-climbin' the fence of that pastur' to-day,<br>And, a-pantin' with joy, as us boys ust to be,<br>They go racin' acrost fer the mulberry tree.</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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As I think of my childhood so long left behind;
The home of my birth, with it's old puncheon-floor,
And the bright morning-glories that growed round the door;
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