Nearing The Meridian

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Title:     Nearing The Meridian
Author: Cotton Noe [More Titles by Noe]

(To M. E. W.)

I dream to-night of happy childhood days;
I see two humble homes and thrill with joy;
The years come back when I was but a boy,
And you had ringlets for the gods to praise:
The old Old Swing, the fields of golden maize;
The moving pictures in the clouds above;
The mating birds, their nests, their songs of love--
All this, dear Lord, through years of mist and haze!

And then I turn and look beyond the Shade,
And those who wrought for us are waiting there:
Our mothers with their crowns of silver hair,
And radiant smiles of love that will not fade;
Our fathers with the keys to all the creeds
Are there still strong in faith and pure in deeds.

[The end]
Cotton Noe's poem: Nearing The Meridian

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