Poetry of Kansas


I always see my father's eyes as blue
    When spiderwort comes up in spring. I saw
It first when no one in Nebraska knew
    What name it had in Gray's old botany.
None but my father. He would leave his team,
    Take down the book he'd sold the seed-corn for,
Scan page, and say: "That's spiderwort." In fall,
    "Oh, no, not weeds. That's blazing star." I'm glad
Except for what my mother must endure,
    He left us hungry, chased some wan, wild goose;
But told me names of shepherd's purse in spring
    And tumble-weed and golden-rod in fall.

__Margaret E. Haughawout.


Sheep's Clothing
Margaret E. Haughawout
Page 26
(Pittsburg, Kansas: __. 1929)

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