VAGRANT VERSE
, TINGLE TOES. Just burning up with wanderlust Scent rambling in the air, Got tingle-toes and bound to bust Loose somewhere. Where they tramp, how they fare, Much I care! Long to catch a load of moonlight In my hair. As hungry for new range to roam As lover for his bride. Could never cramp such toes at home If I tried. Roads are free, yawning wide, Wind’s my guide Till I tuck the tang of sea foam In my hide. Far pasture grasses grow more green Graze sweeter than fields nigh, Tempt tingle-toes beneath their clean New blue sky. Toes take the trail, miles fly, See them hie Till I snare a spark of star sheen In my eye. —Edith Manuel Durham in The Crisis.
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Southland Times, Issue 21911, 12 January 1933, Page 4
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127VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 21911, 12 January 1933, Page 4
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