Poetry of Kansas

At The Bend Of The Road

At the bend of the road,
Ere it reaches the town,
There's a bit of a pond
Where the blue sky comes down
All lacy with cloudlets,
To see her fair face,
And smiles from its waters
With infinite grace.
Where the feathery grasses
Lave each green spear
And ducks paddle gaily
Without any fear
Of the car, as you softly
And swiftly go down
The bend of the road
Ere it reaches the town.
The roofs and the spires
Glow red in the sun,
And the road's like a ribbon,
Of silken soft dun,
Where the scent of the hay-fields
'Toward you is blown
At the bend of the road
Ere it reaches the town.

__Louisa Cooke Don-Carlos

Dear Things And Queer Things
Louisa Cooke Don-Carlos
(Lawrence: The World Company. 1934)
Page 35

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