- Once I got up early while the cold stars clustered
High in the sky before the silver of the dawn,
I gathered all the little sad thoughts I had fostered,
Climbed to the wind's clean flank and was gone
- Over lane and lawn.
There where the meadow grass hugged the gaunt hollow
And the mist lay folded in a pile upon the ground,
- I tipped them out suddenly so they couldn't follow,
All my wistful wonderings, and quickly turned around
- And left without a sound.
- "Now I am free," I said. "That part is ended.
Well rid am I of the trouble-making brood.
No rebellious murmurs to be argued with and tended,
Maybe I can think a bit of friendship and food
- And dwell in quietude."
But ere I reached home on the wind's back flitting
I knew it would be desolate without the thoughts I had,
And so, when I beheld them on the doorstep sitting,
(There's nothing like your own thoughts, be they sweet
- or sad)
Ah, but I was glad!
__Grace Strickler Dawson
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)
March 11, 2003 /
John & Susan Howell /
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