Sunday, October 21, 2018

Sunday Sunshine: A Look Into the Past

The Old Wooden Bucket

How dear to this heart are the scenes 
of my childhood,
When fond recollections presents them to view!
The orchard, the meadow, 
the deep-tangled wildwood,
And every loved spot which my infancy knew;

The wide-spreading pond, 
and the mill that stood by it,
The bridge and the rock where the cataract fell;
The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it,
And e'en the rude bucket which hung in the well!

The old wooden bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well.

                                        --Samuel Woodworth

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