On Seeing The Rockies Again
I dare not look at you immediately.
That sweet, low-lying verdure stretching far,
That tree-bespreckled green, my eyes sweep lovingly___
Those bluish, timbered stretches. But I dare
Not look with boldness at your sun-clad peak.
I must have time to drop these bags,
Uncover head, and pray a bit,
Before I'm fit to stare
Into the eye of God . . . Within a week
Perhaps . . .
__Margaret E. Haughawout.
Margaret E. Haughawout
(Pittsburg, Kansas: __. 1929)