The
Gungy river’s free from ice
Far as the eye can see;
A
reddish tinge has caught the tops
Of each swamp maple tree.
Snow
patches dot the shaded slopes,
A chill is ev’rywhere,
But
joy is felt in Gungywamp,
‘Cuz spring smells in the air.
The
frost has mostly left the ground,
Earthworms are workin’ through;
Each
feller’s got a fishin’ rod
Now knows jest what to do.
The
April showers are chilly some,
But joy is ev’rywhere,
‘Cuz
troutin’ time hez come again,
An’ spring smells in the air!
April
7, 1915
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