RUTH LAMBERT JONES
WAR PICTURES
"GERMAN Retreat From Arras"
"Official Films"-they came
After "Corinne and Her Minstrels"
Had ministered to fame.
After "Corinne and Her Minstrels"
Had pigeon-toed away,
We saw where bits of churches
And bits of horses lay.
We saw bleak desolation;
We saw no unscathed tree.
We shivered in our comfort
And murmured: "Can it be!"
But later, walking homeward,
Repeating: "Is it true?"
We brushed a khaki shoulder
And asked no more. We knew!
RUTH LAMBERT JONES
AN OLD SONG
WHEN I was but a young lad,
And that is long ago,
I thought that luck loved every man,
And time his only foe,
And love was like a hawthorn bush
That blossomed every May,
And had but to choose his flower,
For that's the young lad's way.
Oh, youth's a thriftless squanderer,
It's easy come and spent,
And heavy is the going now
Where once the light foot went.
The hawthorn bush puts on its white,
The throstle whistles clear,
But Spring comes once for every man
Just once in all the year.
ARTHUR KETCHUM
ROADSIDE REST
SUCH quiet sleep has come to them!
The Springs and Autumns pass,
Nor do they know if it be snow
Or daisies in the grass.
All day the birches bend to hear
The river's undertone;
Across the hush a fluting thrush
Sings even-song alone.
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