Poetry of Kansas
 

First Bright Days.

WHEN the skies are getting bluer and the fields
are getting green,
When the bud upon the maple is beginning to be
seen__
Where the willows sweep the water there's a flash
of silver light,
For the bud is on the maple and the fish begin
to bite.
 
Then the world is getting ready for the blossom
of the spring;
The sun is creeping northward and the wild duck
following,
And every day is clipping off a piece from every
night,
When the bud is on the maple and the fish begin
to bite.
 
Oh, days when first the sun breaks through and
warms the heart to peace!
Oh, days when men grow young again and half
their troubles cease!
Oh, days when every germ of hope is pushing to
the light,
And the bud is on the maple and the fish begin
to bite.

__Albert Bigelow Paine.

 
Rhymes by Two Friends
Albert Bigelow Paine & William Allen White
(Fort Scott: M. L. Izor and Son. 1893)
Pages 12-13
 
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