Poetry of Kansas

Voices of the Night

Night, sable goddess, from her ebon throne
Had cast her mantle like an old, black sheepskin over
        all the earth;
The watch-dog lay beneath the porch and gnawed a
        bone,
The tired farmer snored for all that he was worth.
 
High on a limb the wide-eyed owlet sat and
        screeched,
Although his high, falsetto voice was out of tune,
And shrieked in shivering, ghostly accents till it
        reached
Up to the cold, refulgent, round-faced moon.
 
Upon the shore that lined the Verdi's peaceful way
A solitary bullfrog droned his sullen note,
As if the bugs and critters he had eaten through the
        day,
Resentful like, were calling from his throat.
 
The playful pollywog doth now produce encircling
        rings,
That on the river's rugged shore in angry billows
        break;
Anon the speckled rooster cranes his neck and flaps
        his wings
And bids the slumb'ring, snoozing, sleepy earth
        awake.
 

Verdigris Valley Verse
Albert Stroud
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)
Page 25

 
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