This one I like on rainy days
When stern clouds hug the earth
And cast a pall.
Then with my oversoul and this dear book
I soar into transcendent heights
And bring the great unknown into my own.
This gay-backed friend
Is for a day when I can laugh
At faults and foibles of my fellowman
Yet bar the bitterness such foibles bring___
Just to see now nearly some fit me.
This pensive grey-clad book,
Reminding one of violet's sweetest scent,
Is for a time when sentiment
And this the Book of Books,
The oldest of them all
Yet ever new___is for all days.
All have their time, their place.
Impoverished indeed is he who does not know their fellowship.
__Georgia Blaney-Skaer, Augusta
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)