Classic Poem

The sun-bathed hills were beautiful,
The day was rich and fair
The wind was blowing fresh and cool,
The atmosphere was rare.

When merry and light hearted in
A " Jack-boat " painted red
Seeking some far off woodland scene
We up the Sandy sped.

Far up the rippling, winding stream
We found a pleasant spot,
'Twas beautiful in the extreme —
Hid from the sunbeams hot.

The branches of the sycamore
With spreading branches wide
Made a lovely archway o'er
The river from each side.

We pushed our boat toward the shore
And caref'ly tied her to
A drooping branch of sycamore
Which near the water grew.

Along the shady, sandy bank
Where grew the peppermint
Among the willows tall and rank
We left our deep feet's print.

On a large rock smooth and bare
We stopped awhile; and ate
A most delicious dinner there
Which we'll not soon forget.

When shadows of the evening showed
Upon the mountain green
Our painted boat we lightly rowed
Adown the rippling stream.

With happy minds we homeward went
Thinking we would never
Forget the pleasant day we'd spent
On dear old Sandy River.