I never stood in a hickory wood Before today, Nor watched the sun on hickory leaves Brightly play. I shall cherish this golden day, For long I stood, Watching the sun play hide-and-seek In the hickory wood. So entranced I forgot why I came, I just stood there, Watching the sun in the hickory leaves; My sack was bare. For those graceful leaves were dancing about In autumnal glee, And sun-dappled leaves on hickory trces Are enough for me. |