The Country StoreA sagging hitch rack, where the horses stood; Within, lax loafers hugged the glowing stove, Above whose forms dense smoke clouds interwove. Tobacco-spotted floors met grimy walls Half hid with shelves piled high with overalls, Blue shirts, some overshoes, and coarse-cut plug, Bologna, beans, and sorghum by the jug; And where the former owners piled their feet And speculated on crops of corn and wheat, Stood a scarred counter, with a glass-caged cheese, Salt pork and sauerkraut and cans of peas; And from the cobwebbed window pane, That knew no washing save by friendly rain, The sunlight, streaming through a broken shade, Lit up the cat's slow counter-promenade. __William P. McKenna. |
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
page 83
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)
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