Poems ✍️

Among the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and red crag and was
amazed;
On the beach where the long push under the endless tide maneuvers, I stood
silent;
Under the stars on the prairie watching the Dipper slant over the horizon’s grass,
I was full of thoughts.
Great men, pageants of war and labor, soldiers and workers, mothers lifting their
children—these all I touched, and felt the solemn thrill of them.
And then one day I got a true look at the Poor, millions of the Poor, patient and
toiling; more patient than crags, tides, and stars; innumerable, patient as the
darkness of night—and all broken, humble ruins of nations.