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The Shade At The
End Of The^Row By Guy Simmons Sprawled in the shade at the end of the row Beside the deep-green corn, With an eye on Dad and the afternoon sun . A thousand dreams were born. ( I dreamed I’d be important— A man of great affairs! I’d dwell in a city mansion Talll With winding stain 1 Maybe I’d be a lawyer. And, perhaps, a banker, tool Might even be the MAYOR If all my dreams came true. Could even be the GOVERNOR1 (Someone has to be.) And where, Oh where, could they ever find A greater man than ME? . . . Just then, "old Charlie” stomped his foot And vanished all my dreams. The thriving cities disappeared Into the corn so gi;een. Once more I saw the heat-waves dance Across the dusty plain, And, as Father reached for the water-jug, A PLOW-BOY I became. Since then, I’ve managed great affain; I’ve roamed the great white way:
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