Bert Leston Taylor

Behold the mighty dinosaur,
Famous in prehistoric lore,
Not only for his weight and length,
But for his intellectual strength.
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When quacks with pills political would dope us,
When politics absorbs the livelong day,
I like to think about that star Canopus,
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Across the places deep and dim,
And places brown and bare,
It reaches to the planet s rim
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In summer I’m disposed to shirk,
As summer is no time to work.
In winter inspiration dies
For lack of out-door exercise.
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I cannot tell you how I love
The canvases o ...
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When as galoshed my Julia goes,
Unbuckled all from top to toes,
How swift the poem becometh prose!
And when I cast mine eyes and see
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Whan that Aprilly with hise shoures soote
The droghte of March had perced to the roote,
I druv a motor thro' Aprilly's bliz
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Time's the Master Critic,
Only he can say
What, among these verses,
Good and bad and worse is --
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Now fare they forth to battle,
And none for peace shall sue;
And ye who sneer and cavil --
They fight your battle, too.
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We stand at Armageddon, and we battle for
the Lord,
And all we ask to stead us is a blessing on
each sword;
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Sometimes our welcome has no tongue;
Children are often in the way.
We tolerate them while they are young,
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It was a gentle sawbones and his name was Doctor Brown.
His auto was the terror of a small suburban town.
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To charitable deeds I'm not addicted,
For sentiment I do not care a prune,
And yet I weep at poverty depicted
In any illustration or cartoon.
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O Comic Spirit, hovering overhead,
With sage's brows and finely-tempered smile,
Prom whose bowed lips a silvery laugh
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OH light as the foam on the Plover,
That mottles that magical stream;
Oh light as the vows of a lover
And the sighs of a summer night s dream;
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'O MEN of dark and dismal fate,'
A prey to typographic terrors,
O you who labor long and late,
Correcting other people's errors --
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Will people accept them? (i.e. these
bargains)
O dainty colorings and range of prices!
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Among the folks who write me,
From Frisco to Cape Ann,
Is one from whom I often hear,
And whom, I hope, I sometimes cheer --
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IT was the good ship Betsy Jane,
That sailed in a spanking breeze,
With a bunch of militant Suffs on board,
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