From The Topeka State Journal, November 12, 1912. By Alice E. Allen. I’ve a little picture— Artist? No one knows— Just a winding country road Where a glad wind blows; With a bit of forest, Cool and green and still Set against a morning sky, Rose and daffodil. There’s a brook that dances Underneath a bridge; There’s a wood-thrush singing Somewhere up the ridge. All the wind is honey-sweet With the wild sweet clover. ’Tis the place to pause and dream All your old dreams over. Oh, I wish that artist Somehow could be told Of the happiness he’s hid In his skies of gold; Could but know the joy it is Just to drop your load, And to go a-wandering Up his forest road.