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Ida Chamness writings on travel and religion, 1927-1938
1927-09-26 Page 87
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-87- from heights Running to and fro and here and there And my Uncle's whistle so sharp and clear Oft comes ringing thru the mountain air In response runs a little maid to hear And soon with ready hands and feet is aiding there And when before this humble cot I am seated Gazing yonder at that sod roofed dwelling place There I see my good Auntie standing with her pleasant face Then she greets me by the waving of her cane And I'm most sure she is wishing I were free from pain When hay time comes upon these little farms The mower can be heard at break of day Soon we see boys and girls carrying rakes upon their arms And you should see the speed at which these young ones turn the hay Turning, turning, o'er and o'er Raking bunching once a day
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-87- from heights Running to and fro and here and there And my Uncle's whistle so sharp and clear Oft comes ringing thru the mountain air In response runs a little maid to hear And soon with ready hands and feet is aiding there And when before this humble cot I am seated Gazing yonder at that sod roofed dwelling place There I see my good Auntie standing with her pleasant face Then she greets me by the waving of her cane And I'm most sure she is wishing I were free from pain When hay time comes upon these little farms The mower can be heard at break of day Soon we see boys and girls carrying rakes upon their arms And you should see the speed at which these young ones turn the hay Turning, turning, o'er and o'er Raking bunching once a day
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