Bondage - A poem by Alberta McMahon Sherwin

The Cottonwood Tree

I went out under the cottonwood tree
To think of you . . .
In a weary twilight of windy heat,
Faded blue.

You know the noise of cottonwood leaves
When the wind's blowing
The loneliest sound in all the world,
To my knowing.

The pool lay like a sick white face,
The west was sad,
And for comforting, the sound of the leaves
Was all I had.

Kansas Poets
Edited by May William Ward
(New York: Henry Harrison. 1935)
Page 169