text_original: Looking back, I can recall one evening when the long summer twilight lingered to a close. Tom was lounging lazily against the big persimmon tree, smoking his pipe, the two children digging at the roots, and Polly Ann, seated on the door log, sewing.
text_transcription: LOOKING BACK I CAN RECALL ONE EVENING WHEN THE LONG SUMMER TWILIGHT LINGERED TO A CLOSE TOM WAS LOUNGING LAZILY AGAINST THE BIG PURSIMILAN TREE SMOKING HIS PIPE THE TWO CHILDREN DIGGING AT THE ROOTS AND POLLY ANNE SEATED ON THE DOOR LOG SEWING
phonemes: lˈʊkɪŋ bˈæk, aɪ kæn ɹᵻkˈɔːl wˈʌn ˈiːvnɪŋ wɛn ðə lˈɔŋ sˈʌmɚ twˈaɪlaɪt lˈɪŋɡɚd tʊ ɐ klˈoʊs. tˈɑːm wʌz lˈaʊndʒɪŋ lˈeɪzili ɐɡˈɛnst ðə bˈɪɡ pˈɜːsɪmən tɹˈiː, smˈoʊkɪŋ hɪz pˈaɪp, ðə tˈuː tʃˈɪldɹən dˈɪɡɪŋ æt ðə ɹˈuːts, ænd pˈɑːli ˈæn, sˈiːɾᵻd ɔnðə dˈɔːɹ lˈɔɡ, sˈoʊɪŋ.