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.