Book Friends.This one I like on rainy days When stern clouds hug the earth And cast a pall. Then with my oversoul and this dear book I soar into transcendent heights And bring the great unknown into my own. This gay-backed friend Is for a day when I can laugh At faults and foibles of my fellowman Yet bar the bitterness such foibles bring___ And chuckle Just to see now nearly some fit me. This pensive grey-clad book, Reminding one of violet's sweetest scent, Is for a time when sentiment Ascends; And this the Book of Books, The oldest of them all Yet ever new___is for all days. All have their time, their place. Impoverished indeed is he who does not know their fellowship. __Georgia Blaney-Skaer, Augusta |
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
page 108
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)
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