Poetry of Kansas


Day after day the blackbirds came
    And perched in flocks on my hickory tree,
While the leaves, at first just touched with flame,
    Grew golden, then brown as brown could be,
And still they came in a sable shower___
    A flittering, clattering, noisy crowd___
And I wondered, watching them hour by hour,
    What they said when they talked so loud.
Sadly the leaves fell, one by one,
    Floating, fluttering slowly down___
Leaves so green in the summer sun,
    Now so withered, and sere, and brown.
The tree grew bare: I watched one day
    In vain the blackbirds came no more;
And then I knew they had fled away,
    And my sorrowful thought this burden bore:
The winds shall blow through my hickory-tree,
    The sifting snow, and the sleety rain;
But, little I know what awaiteth me
    Ere the leaves and the blackbirds come again:

__Ellen P. Allerton.

Walls of Corn and Other Poems
Ellen P. Allerton
(Hiawatha, KS: Harrington Printing Company. 1894)
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