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