YouthWhere the gypsy fiddlers play, And the crowds dance in the Plaza And the night is turned to day? How shall I go to Down Town, The town so far away? There are forty ways to Down Town Through all the country-side; There are paths that lead through meadows; There are highways smooth and wide; There are shady lanes and by-ways; There are carts and nags to ride. Jack rode his father's stallion; Jill went with her heart's desire; Jean went with a gypsy peddler; Jock tramped it through the mire; Joan through a book and pencil; And Jane, for a servant's hire. There are forty ways to Down Town, And each is a beaten track; There are forty ways to Down Town, With travelers never a lack; There are forty ways to Down Town And never a way that comes back! __Marco Morrow. |
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
page 92
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)
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