The Land of Yester-Year

At the end of this poem Aunt Ginnie wrote the following annotation:

"I was the little girl.  I sat in the top of the little tree and read poetry until twilight many a day.  V.C.

Virginia Conway on the family farm in Appleton, TN, abt 7-8 yo

There's a wonder-land way back in the

                              past

With clusters of memories dear,

There weren't any sorrows 'cept children's

                              kind

In the dear land of Yester-year.

A dear little tree by a roadside green,

Bordered with blossoms so gay;

A wee little girl on the topmost branch,

A readin' the livelong day.--

Till the sun goes down and the shadows

Come stealin' over us all;

A voice so anxiously callin',

"Look out, daughter, you'll fall."

Through the years she's been through the

                              forests,

She's heard that ever-sweet call,

Far above all pleasures and splendor,

"Look out, daughter, you'll fall."

There's a wonder-land way back in the

                              past

With clusters of memories dear,

There weren't any sorrows 'cept children's

                              kind

In the dear land of Yester-year.

                                              V.C.