Of silvery April rain, so cool and sweet;
Or one lone pine tree___tall, serene, and still
Against a sunset sky of daffodil;
Or prairies, rich as Jason's golden fleece,
Drenched with the yellow moonlight, snow, and peace?
Will memory of these dear things bring tears___
This beauty I have loved throughout the years?
__Edna Osborne Whitcomb
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)