I was so enchanted by these poems about love–old couple’s love, father-and-son love–that I feel I must share.
When You and I Were Young, Maggie
I wander’d today to the hill, Maggie,
To watch the scene below –
The creak and the creaking old mill, Maggie,
As we used to, long ago.
The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie,
Where first the daisies sprung;
The creaking old mill is still, Maggie,
Since you and I were young.
And now we are aged and gray, Maggie,
And the trials of life nearly done;
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie,
When you and I were young.
George W. Johnson
The Finest Fellowship
There may be finer pleasures
Than just tramping with your boy,
And better ways to spend a day;
There may be sweeter joy;
There may be richer fellowship
Than that of son and dad,
But if there is, I know it not;
It’s one I’ve never had.
Oh, some may choose to walk with kings
And men of pomp and pride,
But as for me, I choose to have
My youngster by my side.
And some may like the rosy ways
Of grown-up pleasures glad,
But I would go a-wandering
With just a little lad.
Yes, I would seek the woods with him
And talk to him of trees,
And learn to know the birds a-wing
And hear their melodies;
And I would drop all worldly care
And be a boy awhile;
Then hand-in-hand come home at dusk
To see the mother smile.
Grown men are wearisome at times,
And selfish pleasures jar,
But sons and dads throughout the world
The truest comrades are.
So when I want a perfect day
With every joy that’s fine,
I spend it in the open with
That little lad o’ mine.
Edgar A. Guest