I have not sailed the seven seas.
I have not seen the Pyrennes.
I have not trudged hot desert sands.
Nor braved the snows of arctic lands.
I’ve only known a little house.
A garden plot. young love. and trees.
My eager pen must be content
To sing of these!
Published in INSPIRATION (A Poetry Mag.)
Reprinted in THE LITERARY DIGEST (Sept. 1933.)