Poetry of Kansas
 

Spring Day In Kansas.

This is a day like days in a story-
          book.
With glitter in the air that glorifies
The edge and tip of every leaf and
          lies
In pools of mirror stangeness on
          the brook.
Pale trees are deeply shadowed
          with the look
Of rendezvous and clouds like tur-
          rets rise.
Treasure seems probable in any
          nook
And I am not a changeling in the
          tale.
My ears feel pointed, I can talk in
          rhyme
Today, and know what birds say in
          their song.
I'll find a nest I know, here in the
          swale,
And over this next hill that I shall
          climb,
The lover I have waited for so long.

__from an unknown old Kansas newspaper

 
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August 11, 2004 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas / howell@kotn.org

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