Delmar Koehn

Like the swelling wave, like the rising Sun
Is the quest of man, when it's just begun
And it rolls along, by God's mighty power
Quietly conquering, Ship and shower.
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Oh September! With your blue skies,
With happy, misty, fireside eyes,
And fireside song, and flannel shirts,
Your romance is the kind that hurts.
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Twas a cold clear night
And the stars shone bright
As the shadows lurked
Round the snow-drifts white
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When cold and bitter North winds blow
And clouds look like they're full of snow
Into the house I'd rather go
And pull up by the fire
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He paused a bit to take a breath. The days were flying by!
At first his heart begins to sigh.
Where are they going? Feeble days...
But, ere the sigh is out of air, he smiles.
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The old man sits in his rocking chair.
It squeaks while he rocks, but he doesn't care.
His eyes twinkle blue, and his hair is white.
And oh! The tales he could tell, If he might.
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