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My Friends
James Daly [Welland Tribune October 29, 1931]
My friends the leaves, who used to entertain me
On summer afternoons with idle chatter,
Are dropping off in ways that shock and pain me.
I wonder what’s the matter.
My friends the birds are quietly withdrawing;
The meadowlarks are gone from fence and stubble;
Even the cows are gone; I liked their chatter,
I wonder what’s the matter.
My friend the sun is here, but altered slightly;
He acts more coolly than he had been doing;
He seems more distant and he smiles less brightly
I wonder what’s the matter.
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