Friday, July 29, 2005

Kansas Boy, Ruth Lechlitner

Kansas Boy

Ruth Lechlitner

This Kansas boy who never saw the sea
Walks though the young corn rippling at his knee
As sailors walk; and when the grain grows higher
Watches the dark waves leap with greener fire
Than ever oceans hold. 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 wide fields he hears the sea winds crying
Shouts at the crows--and dreams of white gulls flying.


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