The Sunflower Of Kansas
Inch by inch and smiled,
The tall sunflower marches, marches on.
O you aristocrats among the flowers and grasses,
Bluegrass, well-bred white clover,
Lily and rose,
See how you wither in the Kansas sun,
Unless man shelter or nourish you.
The sunflower is a fighter
Who asks no odds and seeks no plaudits.
Left alone, he thrives.
And thrusts his yellow head almost through the clouds
To the resplendent sun,
__Claude M. Older.
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)