Pastoral

Al Que Quiere! (1917)

When I was youngerit was plain to meI must make something of myself.Older nowI walk back streetsadmiring the housesof the very poor:roof out of line with sidesthe yards clutteredwith old chicken wire, ashes,furniture gone wrong;the fences and outhousesbuilt of barrel stavesand parts of boxes, all,if I am fortunate,smeared a bluish greenthat properly weatheredpleases me best of all colors.

No onewill believe thisof vast import to the nation.

“Pastoral” From Al Que Quiere! (1917)