Title: Some Broken Twigs
Author: Clara M. Beede
Release Date: February 28, 2005 [EBook #15211]
Language: English
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Some Broken Twigs
BY Clara M. Beede
[Illustration]
The Press of Flozari, Pegasus Studios
Box 5804, Cleveland, 1, Ohio
1946
Dedicated to my granddaughter
BETTY TODD BRISTOW
the new mother
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
We are grateful for permission to include certain poems that were first published in Caravan of Verse, Cass County Democrat, 1943 Chipmunk, From, Lyricists Reflections, 1940 Song Poems, The New Earth, Tulsa Tribune, and 1941 Visions.
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OTHER TORCHBEARER CHAPBOOKS
by
CLARA M. BEEDE
45: Brown Plumes 51: More Brown Plumes 63: Sunshine and Rain 73: Clear Crystals (Second Printing) 88: Only Pebbles 94: Golden Leaves 98: Sail High Above
FOREWORD
In the four seasons of the year there are many beautiful days as well as dismal days in life. The broken twigs and trails, as well as the good ones go to make up this world. All mark and show posterity the way out of the woods.
These poems, and many other poems written by Mrs. Beede show these things and the wonders of nature.
As only a true mother can, she has shown me these wonders. I sincerely hope that all who read her poems will appreciate them as I do and reap the benefit of the morals of her thoughtful and enjoyable poems and know as I do her love of nature and things beautiful.
Genevieve Beede Henderson
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
TO NEW YORK
For maid and lad New York is fairy land,
Delightful charms in gorgeous brilliant
lure!
Our youth do struggle on ambition’s
tour.
They meet life’s challenge with
true heart and hand.
Forgotten trails are marked with scar
and wand;
A blasted rock and broken twigs assure
The traveler that others fought the moor,
And sailed the stormy breakers, crossed
the sand
To build the city on a granite slab.
They tamed the wilderness, a sturdy clan!
Retracing paths recall the glory made,
Lays bare the secrets of the field and
lab.
Such tours give hope for future life and
plan.
Brave men have set the torch with ax and
spade.