. Poems of life in the country. By the little feet that enteredIn the schoolhouse on the hill. 55 POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE Blue Fringed Gentian Blue fringed gentian Claims attentionIn September hours; Born of sunlight, Tis its birthright,Queen of all wild flowers. You must travel To unravelQuestions where to find it; One year, hither, Next year, thither;Leaves no trace behind it. By the brookside Near the its beauty glows; Buds uplifted, Opened, rifted,^^hen the sunshine flows. Sky blue tinges. Dainty fringesRound their lovely bells; Is the story Of their gloryThat the vision
. Poems of life in the country. By the little feet that enteredIn the schoolhouse on the hill. 55 POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE Blue Fringed Gentian Blue fringed gentian Claims attentionIn September hours; Born of sunlight, Tis its birthright,Queen of all wild flowers. You must travel To unravelQuestions where to find it; One year, hither, Next year, thither;Leaves no trace behind it. By the brookside Near the its beauty glows; Buds uplifted, Opened, rifted,^^hen the sunshine flows. Sky blue tinges. Dainty fringesRound their lovely bells; Is the story Of their gloryThat the vision tells. 56. Blue Fringed Gentians. Photo by W. R. Conn. POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE GOLDENROD Near the old stone wall, by the country road,Close by the fence, after fields are politely, to those who had trodOver the hills, is the goldenrod. All day long with the winds at in beauty day by day;Counting its bloom as a mass of all others as poor and old. O, the goldenrod is a proud young thingAnd sways its head with a saucy fling,But when you meet it and stop a while,It greets you then with a winning smile. OCTOBER DAYS In the golden haze of October days, In the woodland valleys and hillsThere are showers of gold for the leaves grown old. Drop fast into Natures tills. Then the prickly burrs, when the sharp wind stirs Every branch of the chestnut tree,Opened wide by frost, never heed the cost. But give of their treasures free. O those woodland hills, how their beauty thrills. Bright tinted from red to gold;Tis a farewell song while we drift along Toward
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