| 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
Albert Stroud
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)
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