Trading Post, Kan., 1912
Still dreaming of the river's bend,
Where willow-tips the water touch;
Still casting lines as we ascend
To where the game-fish play so much;
Still dreaming of the fish uncaught,
Still basking in the water sweet,
Where some could swim and some could not,
Yet all could share the river's treat.
Still list'ning to the swelling breeze
That came to bear the heat away;
Still basking 'neath the shady trees,
And wishing we could always stay;
Still rushing up the hill to greet
The burdened table's welcome scene,
With grateful hearts for such a treat,
To both the Lord and Billy Been.
Still dreaming of the auto's whirr,
While threading lanes between the farms;
Still list'ning to the words that stir
Men's thoughts in days of war's alarms;
Still dreaming, yes, our hearts still stay.
More games, more climbs, more walks to try,
For ties grew stronger every day___
It was so hard to say Good-bye!
(Boston: The Gorham Press. 1914)