Graceful games and friendly meetings,
Do I daily watch and see.
For these happy little neighbor
Always seem at peace to be.
Faithful little friend and neighbor,
will come and leave here
Little footprints in the fallen leaves…..
And view their green and yellow leaves,
And list the rustling of their boughs,
So softly whispering through the air....
And while my ear drinks in the sound,
My winged soul shall fly away;
Reviewing lone departed years
As one mild, beaming, autumn day…3