Friday, March 9, 2012

Kansas Boy

by Ruth Lechlitner

This Kansas boy who never saw the sea
Walks through the young corn rippling at his knee
As sailors walk; and when the grain grows higher
Watches the dark waves leap with greener fire
Then ever oceans gold. He follows ships,
Tasting the bitter spray upon his lips,
For in his blood up-stirs the salty ghost
Of one who sailed a storm-bound English coast.
Across wild fields he hears the sea winds crying,
Shouts at the crows - and dreams of white gulls flying.


Sparkling Adventures said...

That picture reminds me of the description of harvesting in Little House in the Big Wood by L.I. Wilder.

April said...

Hi Rosemary!

I have awarded you the “Versatile Blogger Award”.


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