Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, YE OLD-TIME HOUSE PARTY, by OLIVER MURRAY EDWARDS


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YE OLD-TIME HOUSE PARTY, by                    
First Line: Camp paownyc's doors on their hinges swing
Last Line: As the trail blazed by loving hearts.
Subject(s): Parties


Camp Paownyc's doors on their hinges swing
For the friends of ye olden day;
Our guests, from the past fond memories bring,
From the springtime of life in May.

On through the forests of crimson and gold
The magnet of friendship doth guide,
Where the latchstring hangs as in days of old
From the door on its outer side.

While the log fires burn, hearts and faces glow
With a light no bounds can confine.
The boys and the girls that we used to know
The past and the present entwine.

'Tis balm to the heart to live once again
Those days that forever are past,
To share with each other life's joy and pain
While friendship endures to the last.

As memory turns to the flowers of spring
While colors of autumn surround,
Birds are turning southward on feathered wing
And leaves flutter down to the ground.

When we turn our faces away once more
As each guest from our hearth departs,
Remember the trail to Paownyc's door
As the trail blazed by loving hearts.





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