Image from It’s Always Tea Time
Peace. — By a Rippling Stream
I’ve read in stories all about
The cool inviting streams;
Where one leaves all her cares and woes,
And revels in sweet dreams.I’ve reached one, after braving thorns
And briers in paths of dust,
The perspiration drips the while
I register disgust.I’m battling huge mosquitoes, as
They bit my legs and arms.
Who said that one could find delight,
And peace, in nature’s charm?I think the greatest joy that’s found,
Near clear enticing brooks,
Comes when we follow those which run
Through lovely story books.– Lyla Myers, Little Rock, Ark.
The Oshkosh Northwestern (Oshkosh, Wisconsin) Jan 11, 1936
