A STRING OF SUNFISH 



Let me dream once more of childhood. 

 When, a truant from the school, 

 I went roaming through the wildwood, 

 Searching for a shady 



Where, with pole and line and pin-hook, 

 Stole the golden hours away ; 

 Future chances risked so lightly 

 For that sport of summer day. 



One poor little string of sunfish, 

 Shrunk and withered soon were they ; 

 And sad twilight brought the feeling, 

 Better had I stayed away ! 



It was weary, trudging homeward ; 

 Luck, to reach there in good time ; 

 And the lie I had been planning, 

 Loomed before me like a crime. 



Still those days were sweeter, brighter, 

 'Than the days to come can be ; 

 Was it that my heart was lighter 

 Or, perchance, that I was free? 



