Willard Wattles

(1888-1950 / United States)

The Maverick - Poem by Willard Wattles

There is wonder in the wander-lust that sets the
feet to roaming,
And love has met me on the road and sweetened all
the gloaming;
Still, hard it is to walk so far, the while my heart is
For the West-land, the best land, the land that gave
me birth,
The wide and sunny prairie-land, the fairest land of

Oh, hills are kind and comforting, and spicy woods
are clean,
And there's familiar friendship in the homely dales
But I have seen the sunflower in a dress of dusty
The sunflower, the one flower, the flower that gypsies
When they go singing down the years, with star-
dust in their hair.

Oh, every road in Kansas-land is walled about with
And overhead the August sun is like a lord of old
A-riding down to Palestine, and staunch is he to
The West way, the best way, the way that I would
If I could scale these sullen walls where all my
lances break.

The hills of Massachusetts are a-bud with early
But it's little that I reck or care for all their bur-
For my heart is at the stirrup and I feel the pommel
The West-land, the blessed land, I hear the homing
The wide and sunny prairie-land, the fairest land
of all.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010

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