To Lawrence - A poem by Leonard Allen Prowant

Up Lebanon Way

Up Lebanon way, where I was born,
They raise pigs, chickens, cows, and corn;
Things depend entirely upon the farm,
And crop failures are viewed with some alarm.
Industrial cities consider with scorn
Rural centers like where I was born.

Up Lebanon way, where I was born,
They raise something besides stock and corn;
I say it, and I have money to bet,
There live the finest people yet!Cosmopolitan friendship looks mighty forlorn
Beside real friendship like where I was born.

Up Lebanon way, where I was born,
The wind is tempered to the lamb that's shorn;
Misfortune descends^___as misfortune does^___
But the blow is lightened by brotherly love.
Oh, I've heard city folks often mourn
For neighbors like up where I was born.

Up Lebanon way, where I was born,
They raise pigs, chickens, cows, and corn;
And to come right out and speak real plain,
I admit it with pride and not with shame.
I have to smother a feeling of scorn,
When city folks sneer at where I was born!

Stanzas For Kansas
Leonard Allen Prowant
(Wichita, Kansas: __. 1937) Page 48