The splinters in the old pine floor.

The hitching rail in front of the store.

An artesian well deep and cool.

A spinet with a screw type stool.

The country doctor’s understanding face,

Whose horse ran many a close stork race.

The crowd that gathered when the train came through.

A vanished era replaced by the new.

A vanished era of a simple way,

Filed under "Memories of Yesterday."