Poor light to see things by.
They got mixed up___when yesterday
You came by.
You and the woods, skies full of bright air,
A timber-bird's cry.
We waded streams. Earth flat to our backs
On rugs beneath the sky,
A five-minute sudden nap we had
You and I.
A chicken-dinner at Sagmount Inn
From nine in the morning till ten at night
I heard all beauty cry.
Devil take all muddled affairs!
There were God and you and I.
__Margaret E. Haughawout.
Margaret E. Haughawout
(Pittsburg, Kansas: __. 1929)