Unhappy, ever-wandering prairie wind___
Art thou, too, lost and exiled as am I?
Dost thou, too, seek the way unto the sea,
And to the lands that lie along the sea,
To gardens old with meditative years,
And far-flung cities garlanded with light?
__Thomas E. Moore.
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)