FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
51
Lucy S. Burnham
A Message of Spring
Spring has come to our dear valley, After winter, bleak and cold, Earth renewed in all her gladness All her beauty to unfold.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
52
Lucy S. Burnham
The Soul's Awakening
Darling mother, spring is here, The birds are now returning With songs of happiness once more, For home their hearts were yearning.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
53
Lucy S. Burnham
A Vagrant
There's a hint of frost in the air today, And the smell of dry leaves burning. There's a lazy lilt in the hum of the bee That sets my heart a-yearning.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
54
Lucy S. Burnham
October
October days are bright and fair With flaming colors everywhere; Gay flowers in my garden small, A deep red bush against my wall.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
55
Lucy S. Burnham
Wind Is But An Elfin Child
O, the wind is but an elfin child Who is always playing pranks; She takes my spring hat from my head, Without one word of thanks.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
56
Lucy S. Burnham
To A Fall Wind
From whence has come the wind that blew today? A strange, sad wind with mournful roundelay, As if it blew a thousand years ago And learned so well this mournful chant of woe.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
57
Lucy S. Burnham
For These We Thank The Lord
We thank Thee, Lord, on this Thanksgiving Day, For substance given, our fields of golden grain, For luscious fruit, for pumpkins ripe again, Our peaceful homes, and friends who walk our way.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
58
Lucy S. Burnham
The Empty Nest
Come out, my dears, come out, come out, Flutter your wings and fly about. The world holds many a charm, my dear, Fly high, fly low, but always near.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
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Lucy S. Burnham
To The First Snow
Fall lightly on her grave, O snow, Sweet as a rose and fair, With folded hands and quiet lips, Our darling sleeping there.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
60
Lucy S. Burnham
Brooding
Folks say that I am getting queer, Because I love the silence here, Dreaming of you the livelong day, So lonely now you are away.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
61
Lucy S. Burnham
A Mother's Lament
My house was a place of confusion, Playthings littered the floor, The sound of children's laughter Rang out from rafters to door.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
62
Lucy S. Burnham
To An Oak Tree
I stood beside a stalwart, dying oak, My aging hand upon decaying wood. It seemed as if the noble tree now spoke, And in my heart the kindly words were good.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
63
Lucy S. Burnham
Mom, You're Slipping
"Mom, you're slipping, you are growing old!" Careless words and my heart grew cold, An age old fear that spoiled my day, Starting me off on the lonely way.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
64
Lucy S. Burnham
Afterglow
Night follows closely sunset time In the sun-baked desert land. Soft shadows walk on padded feet, Like sentinels they stand.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
64
Lucy S. Burnham
The Cycle Of Life
Because you are so much a part Of a little boy who lived in my heart, As I cared for him so many years, Soothing his pain and childhood fears.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
65
Lucy S. Burnahm
The Loom Of Life
I stood before the loom of life where lay, So nearly finished now at close of day, A pattern woven there for many years, The woof and warp now faded by my tears.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
65
Lucy S. Burnham
Rich Harvest
From the wisdom of many years, I give you this gem of truth, Old age is but the reaping Of seeds we have sown in youth.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
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Lucy S. Burnham
Renewing
I walked all alone in my garden, A withered and pitiful sight, Last night 'twas a garden of beauty, Death walked in my garden last night.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
66
Lucy S. Burnham
Love
Love is to life as the fragrance of a rose, Love to a plant the warmth of healing sun, Love that walks the long way with a friend, A vital need till human race is run.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
67
Lucy S. Burnham
Age And Youth
When very young I looked on age As being the prized goal, Now that I'm old I can look back Quite calmly on the whole.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
67
Lucy S. Burnham
Recompense
I love the winter sunset hour, a fire burning bright, The cozy comfort of my room a-shutting out the night.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
69
Lucy S. Burnham
Success
The nearest of kin to success is work, And their generous brother time And the path to the home of success is far It is rugged and hard to climb.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
70
Lucy S. Burnham
My Mind, My Kingdom
My mind my kingdom and here I dwell, A hermit soul none know me well, My sober thoughts do laugh and flout, Dare me to write them and bring them out.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
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Lucy S. Burnham
A Song Of Courage
Smiling out of my pain, I have written a little song, You make take it away with you, It will never lead you wrong.
Drift Wood
FC 11 B-59
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Lucy S. Burnham
What Has Age Got To Do With Death?
What has age got to do with death? The young, the brave, the free, The old and weary pass away When God wills it so to be.