James Whitcomb Riley

"The ripest peach is highest on the tree."

"One naked star has waded through The purple shadows of the night, And faltering as falls the dew It drips its misty light."

"O’er folded blooms, On swirls of musk, The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps along the dusk."

"An’ the Gobble-uns ’ll git you  Ef you   Don’t    Watch     Out!"