Poetry of Kansas

The Kansas That Was

There was a state called Kansas, it's a place I used
        to know,
And I'd like right well to see it if I knew which way
        to go;
Its prairies they were level and as far as eye could see
There wasn't any house but ours, and not a fence or
        tree.
We had a field of second sod where tumble weeds
        would grow
And in the fall when they were dry I liked to watch
        them blow.
They made the nicest herd of cows for little girls
        and boys
Who didn't have___and didn't need___a lot of costly
        toys.
We hadn't any berries so we made sheep-sorrel pie;
We sliced our pumpkins into strips and hung them
        up to dry,
And in the winter they were fine, cooked with a
        hunk of meat;
Those were the days when anything seemed mighty
        good to eat.
The sunsets out in Kansas were not clouded o'er with
        smoke
And when we went to take a walk there was no dust
        to choke;
I could name a hundred reasons, as I live those times
        again,
Why Kansas was a paradise for women folks and
        men.
I ought to go back there once more, I thought I heard
        you say;
Why, sure, I'd like to do it___but I never moved away.
 

Verdigris Valley Verse
Albert Stroud
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)
Page 18

 
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