POETRY.
CART TRACKS.
I HAVE followed cart tracks so much, and I know how; They hold the spring's return in their long channels now; I know, here in town, where the slow sunlight oreeps.through The dark and the dust and the sombre work I do.
They shine, for April storms have broken on great hills, And drenched through pines and bracken-shoots in sun-shot rills, And flooded green swamp lands where yellow kingcups grow, And fallen into quiet where the cart tracks go.
There in shallow water the noonday sunlight dips, The low wind freshens there his singing southern lips, . . And through the hoof-print pools go mirrored days and nights, With rooks' wings and wrens' wings and sweep of martin flights.
I have followed cart tracks in spring, and I know well Small song-named flowers, stitchwort and wood-sorrel ; And later, in gold days, when June's first sim-wave broke, I've found mallow there, and red leaves of young oak.
DOROTHY Roszars.
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