Clara Frances McKee Beede, Some Broken Twigs
“ On Christmas day, let happy dreams Sparkle and flow like bubbling streams. A MAIDEN'S DREAM I often think and dream and ponder Of things that I have seen, And twist the real into a wonder When men and birds convene. ”
Clara Frances McKee Beede, Some Broken Twigs
“ A blasted rock and broken twigs assure The traveler that others fought the moor, And sailed the stormy breakers, crossed the sand To build the city on a granite slab. They tamed the wilderness, a sturdy clan! Retracing paths recall the glory made, Lays bare the secrets of the field and lab. Such tours give hope for future life and plan. Brave men have set the torch with ax and spade. ”
Clara Frances McKee Beede, Some Broken Twigs
“ And parch the earth as the winds blow on scorching sprees, 'Til July's heat and August sun are duly past, Yet many things are fine and good at weary last For if the rain should come, good seed would surely die. In truth, I should be thankful for a cloudless sky To ripen seed that sprout and grow in barren places. And wink at me next year with bright and smiling faces BEES OF HATRED The bees of hatred hover Above and around us. A good crop will be hatched To torment and sting us. ”
