Samuel Minturn Peck Poems

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The Grapevine Swing

WHEN I was a boy on the old plantation,
Down by the deep bayou,
The fairest spot of all creation,
Under the arching blue;

A Kiss In The Rain

One stormy morn I chanced to meet
A lassie in the town;
Her locks were like the ripened wheat,
Her laughing eyes were brown.

My Grandmother's Turkey-Tail Fan

It owned not the color that vanity dons
Or slender wits choose for display;
Its beautiful tint was a delicate bronze,