As In The Old Days

On Salmon River’s sun-flecked sheen

     Once more I calmly glide;

While o’er the side I idly lean

     And feel the cooling tide.

It thrills my heated fingertips,

     As in the old, old dream

My heart was thrilled when love’s sweet lips

     Met mine upon the stream.

O, Salmon River, though art mine,

And all my love fore’er is thine,

For thou hast shared my every pain,

     As oft with idle oar

Within my pleasure skiff I’ve lain

     And floated down thy shore.

Sept 1, ‘91

   Pub. in

Boston Courier