| Show SERENITY she never spoke of burning suns and drying streams nor of the crops shed worked so hard to save she did not mention how the winters cold chilled through her childrens clothing thin instead she told me how she loved the hills their autumn loneliness in russet brown and of the beauty of the scarlet berries that people never see in town serene and calm no fear she seemed to feel old skirt that billowed in the wind worn blouse of gray no quarrel with her meager lot but in my own warm home so stanch against the winters icy blasts I 1 see her hut News papered walls and bare and crack lined floors scant covering for her beds I 1 wonder if her cupboard too is bare I 1 think ill send a coat for her last child joan austin stubbs in the kansas city star |
