VERSES

Evening Star, Issue 22709, 24 July 1937, Page 23

VERSES

WHERE GIPSY WAGONS STOOD I know the place where gipsy wagons stood— '. ■ ' ' Along the brook, beside the couni try ;,road —. ' , And I remember tang of willow, wood That ' drifted from the winking fires that showed 'Across vthe twilight.- All the farms were'still, While, laughter and the throbbing of guitars Were haunting me upon the.little hill— ..,..-. And I stood lonely with the early stars. ;-v I dared not go too near—but through that night ,A growing boy roamed far en""chanted places, Joined dancing shadows in the mellow light And moved with melodies and laughing faces. • . Next morning they were gone—l found below The fine' white ashes—embers still aglow. >—Glenn Dresbach, in ' Christian, Science Monitor.' KEYS Long ago in Old Granada, wlien the Moors were forced to flee. Each man locked his home behind him, taking in his flight the key. Hopefully they watched and waited for the time to come when they . Should return from their long exile to their homes so far away. But the mansions in Granada they had left in all their prime Vanished, as the years rolled onward, 'neath the crumbling touch of time. Like the Moors, we all have dwellings where we vainly long to 'be, And through all life's changing phases ever fast we hold the key. Our fair countryi lies behind us, we are exiles, too, in truth, For no. more shall we behold her —our Granada's name is Youth. We, have . our delusive day-dreams, ■ ..'::"• and ;rejoice, when nbw and then Some old heart string stirs within us, and we feel our youth again. "We are young!" we cry triumphant, thrilled with old-time joy and glee. - Then the dream fades slowly, jsoftly, leaving nothing but the" key. -Bessie : Chandler, in the ' New York Times.'