#31
I long to tell you
I will be gone
-- for Chicago, City by the Lake
When winter's winds
Settle autumn leaves
Over summer's sweeter green
In day-dreams wild
I think of sending fare
for your travel west
I long to tell you
More useful things,
But the time for that is gone
Instead I know useless things
Like:
Chicago means
Striped Skunk (In native tongue)
I know useless things
And yet
You make them all worthwhile