The Sunflower Of KansasInch 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, Wonder-working alfalfa, 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, His foster-brother. __Claude M. Older. |
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
Page 97
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)
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