Out beyond far side of town,
...at edge of mapled grove,
Amid the briars and the brambles,
...lays hidden treasure trove.
Goldenrod and primrose wild,
...rim bluestemmed grassy knoll,
Beneath cool shade of maples tall,
...a spot of heaven stole.
How I found this peaceful glen,
...I really do not know,
Was as if led, by unseen hand,
...on path of long ago.
Dead fallen log provides a throne,
...in midst of nature's grace,
As squirrels scamper through the limbs,
...of canopy's embrace.
Once was called Quivira's land,
...t'wixt Kansa and the Sioux,
Along the banks of Cowskin Creek,
...Comanche counted coup.
A cooling wind sings songs of old,
...where once a campfire shone,
Where warriors danced and coyotes howled,
...and now man sits alone.
[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 06-04-2000).]