| I knew that it was coming the night before it
came, for my rheumaticky shoulder was threaten-
ingly lame; I went out on the walk to see the flakes
descending over me, and watched them falling,
falling___then I slipped and did the same.
Thou art a boon of nature, for thou wilt help the
wheat and drive the nimble rabbit to his narrow,
warm retreat. If I can track him to his den, I'll swat
the beef trust once again; I'll take him home and eat
him, for we haven't any meat.
Verdigris Valley Verse
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)