Charles Andrews Heath Home Poems Poets Charles Andrews Heath Poems The Abandoned Farm by Charles A. Heath There is somebody's home which is vacant today, All abandoned and lonely it stood, The Music of the Trees by Charles A. Heath How I love to hear the rustle of the leaves upon the trees When the foliage of summer is a moving in the breeze Spring Fever by Charles A. Heath When a feller feels a longing For the medder in his breast.