156 AUTUMN NOTES IN IOWA 



Many of us ^nll die without having seen the 

 wonders of nature in foreign lands, but — 



The cardinal sings in this cherry tree, 



The barred wren feeds on the bole, 

 Though a thousand birds unknown to me 



Are busy 'twixt pole and pole. 



Year after year your eyes have sought 



The creatures of wood and sward, 

 But the strange, weird owls today has brought 



To roost in the neighbor's yard. 



Whether we wander far afield. 



Or w^ait by our place of birth. 

 We are gleaners aye from the bounteous yield 



Of the wonders of our earth. 



