Poetry of Kansas

The Moving Season

We are moving down at our house there is chaos
We can see it in the prospect, we can feel it in the air.
There are blankets on the clothes-line and the porch
        is piled with rugs,
We have kerosened the bedsteads to exterminate the
I am searching for a weapon to extract a stubborn
But my neighbor cannot help me, 'cause his folks are
        moving too.
'Tis the season for departing from the well accus-
        tomed groove,
When the migratory microbe makes the women want
        to move.
Yes, we're moving down at our house, we are going
        to fly the coop;
There is bedlam in the kitchen, there are toothpicks
        in the soup,
There are rain barrels in the parlor, filled with
        divers kind of junk,
And we're sleeping in the cellar with a carpet for a

Verdigris Valley Verse
Albert Stroud
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)
Page 73

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