I have a tree!
I don't see that anyone would need
To pity me.
With a fine big cottonwood breaking the glare
Of yellow sky,
It doesn't seem any more, to stare
So hot and high.
And the tree makes, at night when the sheep are fed,
Some place to go;
Through it the stars do not look, he said,
So hot and low...
__May Williams Ward.
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)