Poetry of Kansas

My Love

Her face lights up with happy smile,
   As I come near her.
Her thoughts, I know, are free from guile,
And in her heart dwells ne'er a wile;
   No need to fear her.
My arms enfold her, sweet and fair.
   (Full oft I've kissed her),
While o'er my shoulder falls her hair
In golden ringlets, rich and rare__
   My baby sister.
___Solon Thatcher Gilmore
Selected by Arthur Richmond Marsh
(Lawrence: Journal Publishing Co. 1888)
Page 102
September 5, 2001 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas / howell@kotn.org

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