I may crop
The grass in one green arc, or lie perhaps
In some small fleck of shade,
Or dare the sun
Where that scant shadow ends.
But sometimes I forget and spring to meet
The lure of a green hill,
Or haply greet
The rushing wind, where Freedom, singing, rides,
Or seek the far-off voices that still call.
Then baffled, broken, I fall back to know
I am a tethered creature.
Yet do I dream . . .
And dreaming I shall burst my bonds, break free,
Bud wings, and fare
Triumphant, cleaving the illimitable air.
__Eleanor M. Denny, Kansas City, Missouri
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)