Poetry of Kansas

Kansas.

In the Louisiana Purchase
    Kansas was the biggest hit,
With her deserts and her prairies,
    Where the coyotes howled and "fit".
And upon the world's great atlas
    Kansas still, I claim, is "it."
 
Southern birds of evil omen
    Made their nests in dugout thatch;
Freedom fired the sun-dried stubble
    With her ever-ready match,
Gave the eggs so bad a roasting
    That they never made a hatch.
 
In the Kansas days primeval,
    Days before the cruel war,
Giants trod her hills and valleys,
    From the pulpit, shop and bar,
Who began to blaze a pathway
    To the most exalted star.
 
Suns they were, not free from blemish,
    Spots, it may be, marred each name,
And thru word or deed of daring,
    Little known to "Halls of Fame."
Yet they made the very heavens
    With sweet Liberty aflame.
 
Lane who led without a turning
    To the left hand or the right;
Brown the lover of the bondman,
    Whether black or red or white;
Reeder, Geary, Denver,___beacons,
    In a dark and stormy night.
 
Then there followed in close order
    Men of royal pedigree;
Crawford, Harvey, Thacher, Wilder,
    Plumb, St. John and Connelley,
Ingalls, Anthony and Haskell___
    These are my big Kansas Three.
__J. M. Cavaness.

Jayhawker Juleps
J. M. Cavaness
(Chanute: Tribune Pub. Co. 1913)
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