Poetry of Kansas
 

The Crossroads

She may come by this road, she may come by that;
She may let her hair fly, or wear a saucy hat;
        And now
        As I plow
My steps are very small
And here at the crossroads I scarcely move at all.
 
She goes every morning for the groceries and mail;
Whatever be the weather, she's never known to
            fail.
        Snow
        Or blowy
Or blistering with heat,
 
Every day the road feels the patter of her feet.
And every day I try hard to find a job to do
Here where the roads cross. I wish there weren't
            two!
For she may
Take the way
Where the plum trees are so thick
Half the way they hide her. I want to see her
        quick!
 
She may come by that road, she may come by this;
Some day I'll get my courage up and ask her for a
            kiss;
        So now
        As I plow
My steps are very small
And here at the crossroads I scarcely move at all!
__May Willams Ward.

Seesaw
May Williams Ward
page 25
(Atlanta: The Bozart Press. 1929)

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