Give me a golden afternoon
Where white clouds roll on high
And stand like castles towering
Against the summer sky.
Where the sun is warm, and grass is green
With breeze as soft as spring,
And trees nearby that rise on high
With warblers as they sing.
The lullaby a brooklet makes,
On twinkling gravel rill,
While spinning dreams, it almost seems
That time itself stands still.
Published in Country Scene, Ideals