Recollections of Columbia, Wisconsin
by Mabel Schlender Jonkel
Contributed by Sarah Poertner
transcribed by Crystal Wendt & Michelle Harder.
I love the fields of golden grain,
The meadows green and fair.
I love the fallow, fertile soil,
Prepared with living care.
I love the shocks of ripened corn,
The harvest that it yields:
Each Shock a sturdy sentinel,
‘Gainst the power of hunger wields.
I love the sight of newmown hay.
I love its fragrant smell
Instilled by nature’s alchemy.
It weaves a rustic spell.
I love the rain for its relief
When growing things are parched.
I love the sun against the rain,
And the rainbow, brilliant, arched.
I love the droning of the bees
In their search for golden honey.
This task performed thru countless years
With ne’er a thought for money.
I love to see a buckwheat field
When morning mists hang low.
Apple blossoms in the breeze
Swinging to and fro.
I love the murmur of the brook,
I love its joyful songs,
As part of nature’s symphony;
It always shall belong.
I love the moonlight’s silent glow,
The hush at even-tide,
The stars which in their bright array,
The ages have defied.
I love the woodland in the Fall,
When Autumn colors glow,
I love the wonderland, in the fall,
That’s where the mushrooms grow.
9; Mother and Dad Schlender
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