Poetry of Kansas

Poetry and Weather

I wrote a little poem on the melancholy days
Which told of chill and foggy winds in many a dismal
          phrase
But still the golden summer lingered in the lap of fall
And the editor refused it for it wouldn't fit at all.
Said he: "Compose some stanzas about this lovely
          clime
And bring 'em to the office and we'll use 'em every
          time."
 
So I sought the woodland wild, dressed in my
          summer wear,
To draw some inspiration from the sunshine and the
          air;
But ere I wrote a dozen lines about the bosky glen
A blizzard came and froze the ink within my
          fountain pen;
The wind blew through my garments, so gauzy and
          so brief,
My ears got blue and wilted like a frosted pumpkin
          leaf;
I had to hire a plumber to come down to my place
And set the heater up for me so I could thaw my face.
 
My rythmical effusion I proudly took to town
But when the printer read it he calmly threw it down.
Quoth he: "That stuff you've written is sadly out of
          date.
The trouble is you brought it in about a day too late."

__Albert Stroud.

 

Verdigris Valley Verse
Albert Stroud
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)
Page 17

 
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