The Old Hanging Fork And Other Poems
""O don't you remember those days so divine, Around which the heart-strings all tenderly twine, When with sapling pole and a painted cork We fished up and down the old Hanging Fork- From the railroad bridge, with its single span, Clear down to the mill at Dawson's old dam- From early morn till the shades of night, And it made no difference if fish didn't bite?""
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