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The Maverick.

There is wonder in the wander-lust that sets the
     feet to roaming,
And love has met me on the road and sweetened all
     the gloaming;
Still, hard it is to walk so far, the while my heart is
     homing
For the West-land, the best land, the land that gave
     me birth,
The wide and sunny prairie-land, the fairest land of
     earth,
 
Oh, hills are kind and comforting, and spicy woods
     are clean,
And there's familiar friendship in the homely dales
     between,
But I have seen the sunflower in a dress of dusty
     green,
The sunflower, the one flower, the flower that gypsies
     wear
When they go singing down the years, with star-
    dust in their hair.
 
Oh, every road in Kansas-land is walled about with
     gold,
And overhead the August sun is like a lord of old
A-riding down to Palestine, and staunch is he to
     hold
The West way, the best way, the way that I would
     take
If I could scale these sullen walls where all my
     lances break.
 
The hills of Massachusetts are a-bud with early
     spring,
But it's little that I reck or care for all their bur-
     geoning;
For my heart is at the stirrup and I feel the pommel
     swing___
The West-land, the blessed land, I hear the homing
     call,
The wide and sunny prairie-land, thc fairest land
     of all.

__Willard Wattles.

 
Sunflowers, A Book of Kansas Poems
Selected by Willard Wattles
(Chicago: A. C. McClurg. 1916)
pages 135-136
 
September 29, 2002 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas / howell@kotn.org

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