The air, merry periwinkle
Loves to hear the bluebells tinkle
Loves to hear the heifer mooing
Loves to hear the pigeons cooing
Loves to hear the rooster crowing
Loves to hear the cattle lowing
Loves to hear the donkey braying
Loves to hear the filly neighing
Loves to hear the lambkin bleating
Loves to hear the raven cawing
Loves to hear the ass hee-hawing
Loves to hear the bees adroning.
Loves to hear the zephyr moaning
Loces to hear the calf abawling,
Loves to hear the raindrops falling
Maybe periwinkles ears
Hear the music of the spheres.
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Some decades ago, I came into possession of a box of files: typscripts, clippings, notes, letters. So far as I know there are the only remaining collected literary remains of my great-
grandfather Ellis Oliver Jones. I think they are partly the remains of his own files and partly the files of his son, my grandfather, Ellis Oliver Jones, Jr.
He was an interesting and by all accounts difficult man. At various times he was a socialist, journalist, essayist, playwright, editor, peace activist, isolationist, and fascist. In these pages I'll try to make some sense of his papers, and whatever I can discover about his life.
I acknowledge and thank my brothers and my father for not (yet) objecting to this experiment.
Some decades ago, I came into possession of a box of files: typscripts, clippings, notes, letters. So far as I know there are the only remaining collected literary remains of my great-
grandfather Ellis Oliver Jones. I think they are partly the remains of his own files and partly the files of his son, my grandfather, Ellis Oliver Jones, Jr.
He was an interesting and by all accounts difficult man. At various times he was a socialist, journalist, essayist, playwright, editor, peace activist, isolationist, and fascist. In these pages I'll try to make some sense of his papers, and whatever I can discover about his life.
I acknowledge and thank my brothers and my father for not (yet) objecting to this experiment.
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