Out To Old Aunt Marys poem by James Whitcomb Riley - Harry E. Humphrey recites (1849-1916) from pornstar rosie peach Watch Video

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“Out To Old Aunt Mary's” is a poem by James Whitcomb Riley (1849-1916)<br/><br/>Harry E. Humphrey recites the poem<br/><br/>Edison Blue Amberol 2539.<br/><br/>Wasn't it pleasant, O brother mine, <br/>In those old days of the lost sunshine <br/>Of youth-- when the Saturday's chores were through, <br/>And the 'Sunday's wood' in the kitchen too, <br/>And we went visiting, 'me and you,' <br/>Out to Old Aunt Mary's? <br/><br/>It all comes back so clear to-day! <br/>Though I am as bald as you are gray-- <br/>Out by the barn-lot, and down the lane, <br/>We patter along in the dust again, <br/>As light as the tips of the drops of the rain, <br/>Out to Old Aunt Mary's! <br/><br/>We cross the pasture, and through the wood <br/>Where the old gray snag of the poplar stood, <br/>Where the hammering 'red-heads' hopped awry, <br/>And the buzzard 'raised' in the 'clearing' sky <br/>And lolled and circled, as we went by <br/>Out to Old Aunt Mary's. <br/><br/>And then in the dust of the road again; <br/>And the teams we met, and the countrymen; <br/>And the long highway, with sunshine spread <br/>As thick as butter on country bread, <br/>Our cares behind, and our hearts ahead <br/>Out to Old Aunt Mary's. <br/><br/>Why, I see her now in the open door, <br/>Where the little gourds grew up the sides and o'er <br/>The clapboard roof--! And her face-- ah, me! <br/>Wasn't it good for a boy to see-- <br/>And wasn't it good for a boy to be <br/>Out to Old Aunt Mary's? <br/><br/>The jelly-- the Jam and the marmalade, <br/>And the cherry and quince 'preserves'' she made! <br/>And the sweet-sour pickles of peach and pear, <br/>With cinnamon in 'em, and all things rare--! <br/>And the more we ate was the more to spare, <br/>Out to Old Aunt Mary's! <br/><br/>And the old spring-house in the cool green gloom <br/>Of the willow-trees--, and the cooler room <br/>Where the swinging-shelves and the crocks were kept-- <br/>Where the cream in a golden languor slept <br/>While the waters gurgled and laughed and wept-- <br/>Out to Old Aunt Mary's. <br/><br/>And O my brother, so far away, <br/>This is to tell you she waits to-day <br/>To welcome us--: Aunt Mary fell <br/>Asleep this morning, whispering-- 'Tell <br/>The boys to come!' And all is well <br/>Out to Old Aunt Mary's.<br/><br/>James Whitcomb Riley lived from October 7, 1849, to July 22, 1916.<br/><br/>He was known as the \