Letting Down the Bars - A poem by Mrs. Wilhelmina Gray

Letting Down the Bars.

It is time that I let down the bars,
This I say while Harry and Efta follow with their cars;
Which is only a sled drawn over thc bare ground,
And in childish glee the whistle sounds.

"Clear the track," little Harry says,
While I'm trying to keep back the bays;
Come quick, Bess and New Year,
We'll get run over if the track we don't clear.

How they laugh to see me run
As I try to get out of thc way, Oh such fun.
So little it takes the little ones to amuse,
To take part now and then, how can we refuse.

How can any one get very sad,
While watching the children who are so glad
And happy, while in their imagination
Have just reached their railroad station.

Harry, with great pretending effort,
Helps his little sister so she won't get hurt,
And then again he shouts, all aboard the cars,
While the cows start for the stock field,
And I am putting up the bars.

^__Mrs. Wilhelmina Gray.

Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)
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