A Co-ed Sings

[Bill Powell]

MY OLD BOOK

I found a sale
In a cozy little nook,

Under some trees
By a babbling brook,

At that sale
I found this book,

I took it to the light
For a better look,

And found a poet I like
Not a literary kook.


A CO-ED SINGS
by
Elizabeth Fowler Draper
1935 Clyde C. Cockrell Co. Dallas

I wrote this on a dark and stormy night,
so cut me some slack.

<four samples from the book>


FABLE

You made hay
While the sun was bright.

I sowed wild oats
By the moon at night.


Your hay is stacked
In bundles neat,

But the lingering taste
Of oats is sweet.



TOAST TO OUR ELDERS

How ever did they chance to learn,
Not touching fire, that it would burn.


BLUE AND LOW

The gas is burning low and blue;
No doubt it has been turned down too.


PROMISE

If ever this world should be without
Other men at all, my dear,
I suppose, perhaps, I'd take you on, but
They're not scarce this present year.