VAGRANT VERSE

Southland Times, Issue 19546, 9 May 1925, Page 6

VAGRANT VERSE

SEA FOG. ’Mong gnarled orchard trees knee-deep in grain The salty wind is blowing chill; The fog comes creeping from the sea to gain The summit of the eastern hill. Its countless host the dazzling sun assails, The bright diac in the Wat grows wan; Awhile the glowing amber light prevails ! ’Gainst legion clouds that hurry on. ' But soon the gray-wreathed force the day : has won j And holds with might the mountain i crest; | Unseen departs from futile war the sun, And darkness shrouds the dim gray West. | With hugely looming sound afar we hear j Incessantly the fog horns growl, And in the dimness, struck with chilly fear, I The shivering watch-dogs sadly howl. But soon the glow of mom shall sparkle bright Upon the spider’s filmy net; The rising sun ch all flash his shafts of light On glistening leaves, and grass dew-wet. And from the darknos as the land I breaks free, ■ The mist that chilled our hearts with i dread ■ Shall backward roll in white clouds to i the sea, , Till clear blue sky shines overhead, I —William P. McKenae, in “A Song cJ I Trust.*