Poetry of Kansas

The Melancholy Days

The pools are fringed about with ice,
A bluish tint is on my nose;
I'm digging now to raise the price
Of heavy winter underclothes.
The leaves have fallen from the trees,
They lie in heaps upon the ground;
An achey pain shoots through my knees;
My overcoat cannot be found.
The ice man looks so sad and meek,
On him I do not deign to smile.
That frozen chunk I bought last week
I think will last me quite awhile.
But sad to say, when I begin
To see my ice bill shrink, alas!
I have to put the heater in
And pay just twice as much for gas.

Verdigris Valley Verse
Albert Stroud
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)
Page 27

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