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Do the boys and girls still go to Siever's / For cider, after school, in late September?
Or gather hazel nuts among the thickets / On Aaron Hatfield's farm when the frosts begin?
For many times with the laughing girls and boys / Played I along the road and over the hills / When the sun was low and the air was cool, / Stopping to club the walnut tree / Standing leafless against a flaming west.
Now, the smell of the autumn smoke, / And the dropping acorns, / And the echoes about the vales / Bring dreams of life. They hover over me.
They question me:
Where are those laughing comrades?
How many are with me, how many / In the old orchards along the way to Siever's, / And in the woods that overlook / The quiet water?