That rushes, mad and restless, where it wills.
I am content to live my life unfurled,
My house, encompassed by the sheltering hills.
I am content with daily household tasks,
Happy am I to watch my garden swell,
No, never lonely. These books by the fire__
Nor do I lack the human touch; a friend or two
__Mary K. Holmes, Hiawatha.
A Survey of Kansas Poetry
Sister M. Tharsilla Carl, O. S. B.
(Seneca: The Courier-Tribune Press. 1938)