Classic Poem

1

Nothing is more certain than the flower —
and best, sometimes, are those
that start into blossom directly from
the harshness of bare gardens — the crocus
breaking through, narcissi heaving
a trampled place, and I saw once
jonquils, forgotten, buried under
a new driveway, covered with broken stone
but still unsuppressed, rising still
into a graceful flower-head —

2

— and after ten years they've finally
graded the field back of the high school
making it fit for athletic purposes —
They've even relocated the baseball cage
— not quite correctly since it makes
A short left field, but at least
something has been accomplished — April
is that way. It wakes up, gets
things done, about as well as they can
be done — after winter's dullness —
Good luck, 1932! It's your turn now.