Sky-MountainAiry, wide; The sky our only mountain; We, inside. Who would choose a small land Where the hills Steadily asserting Granite wills, Narrow all horizons, Stand apart? Ah, my Kansas prairie In the sky-mountain's heart! __May Williams Ward. |
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
page 120
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)