VAGRANT VERSE
SCARS. There is a deep serenity in homely things—■ Wood dark with age and scarred with daily wear. In rough coats wet with rain, in steaming muddy shoes, Or faces marked with old forgotten care. They have the strong plain breath of earthiness about them. Their feel is like the coarse black bark of trees That stand deep planted in the loam, that knew through ages The crackling storm or sunlit drone of bees. Great souls there are who leap to flaming beauty In timeless, wind swept, realms behind the stars, But he may know, who walks in homely places, The intimate serenity of scare. —By Garretta Busey in the New York Bookman,
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Southland Times, Issue 19924, 17 July 1926, Page 6
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115VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 19924, 17 July 1926, Page 6
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