Eugene J. Hall Home Poems Poets Eugene J. Hall Poems Hard Times by Eugene J. Hall From the noise of the busy workshop, at the close of a winter day, Josiah Johnson started, and went his homeward way; My Father's Old Scarecrow by Eugene J. Hall My father's old scarecrow once stood in the corn, An old-fashioned scarecrow, absurd an' furlorn. Song of the Woodchopper by Eugene J. Hall Out in the bleak, cold woods he stands, Swinging his axe with sturdy hands; The Thunderstorm by Eugene J. Hall Down the mountains darkly creeping, Through the woodlands wildly sweeping, The Village Bells by Eugene J. Hall Once more, once more, my native shore In beauty greets my gaze: True Friends by Eugene J. Hall Some souls there are that never change, Some friendships that endure;