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TORBOLTON BY THE RIVER BY Edwin Weir In Jan. 1966, I wrote to Mr. T. E. Weir who lives in Edmonton, and asked him how he came to write this poem. Here is a quote from his letter. !You know how it is when a young swain falls in love with a pretty blonde. He takes to writing poetry. With me it was different. I was in love with my lovelyv Torbolton-- hence my poetic efforts. T was Carp Review correspondent at the time." He sent me other memories which are recorded elsewhere in this book.(H.W.) T'm weary of this Western life, The hurry din and bustle, I'm weary of the threshing gangs, The crowds that shout and hustle. Oh I'm longing to be home again Where times are really better, In Torbolton's fairest township TORBROLTON BY THE RIVER. I'da like to see the folks again, And hear the children chatter, And/}tiqe youngest child would cry, sav to it. "What"s the matter?" Say to it, "What's the matter?t" The old time chores from house to barn Even when I used to shiver, In the cold and dreary days, Torbolton by the river. 4 90. 39e 4k ED o Lagat t\ Page I'm thinking of the folks these times, Of Christmas and New Year's. T wonder if they think of me Where they say the country's freer. But T tell you folks, I!d like again To see those faces clever, And mingle with the girls and boys In Torbolton by the river. T'd like to hear old collle bark, knd hear the cat's meowing, <gse6®