Let other countries glory in their past, But Kansas glories in her days to be, In her horizons limitless and vast, Her plains that storm the senses like the sea; She has no ruins gray that men revere__ Her time is "Now," Her heritage is "Here." __Harry Kemp, 1912 |
Willard Wattles
Sunflowers, A Book of Kansas Poems
(Chicago: A. C. McClurg & Co. 1916)