BY SIGEL ROUSH.
They say that this is Spring,
Nor do I doubt it;
Of birds and flowers they sing—
Well, what about it?
I've seen a Spring before—
Is it surprising?
Not one but many more,
And grass uprising.
I've planted garden sass,
The morning glory,
I've seen them come and pass—
The same old story.
And yet folks act as though
'Twas something novel
To wield the spade and hoe,
And push the shovel.
I know full well and sweat,
The endless weeding,
The pests and bugs we get
Soon after seeding.
So let them strut their stuff
With plaint and poem;
For me I've had enough,
By heck, I know 'em.
Troy Times May 3, 1926: 9 col 1.
Dr. Sigel Roush (1862-1952)
Barnes Cemetery, Hillboro, Ohio
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