Do the boys and girls still go to Siever's br For cider, after school, in late September? br Or gather hazel nuts among the thickets br On Aaron Hatfield's farm when the frosts begin? br For many times with the laughing girls and boys br Played I along the road and over the hills br When the sun was low and the air was cool, br Stopping to club the walnut tree br Standing leafless against a flaming west. br Now, the smell of the autumn smoke, br And the dropping acorns, br And the echoes about the vales br Bring dreams of life. They hover over me.