CROSS-CURRENTSThey wrapped my soul in eiderdown;They placed me warm and snugIn carved chair; set me with careUpon an old prayer rug.They cased my feet in golden shoesThat hurt at toe and heel;My restless feet, with youth all fleet,Nor asked how they might feel.And now they wonder where I am,And search with shrill, cold cry;But I crouch low where tall reeds grow,And smile as they pass by!WINIFRED VIRGINIA JACKSON
They wrapped my soul in eiderdown;They placed me warm and snugIn carved chair; set me with careUpon an old prayer rug.They cased my feet in golden shoesThat hurt at toe and heel;My restless feet, with youth all fleet,Nor asked how they might feel.And now they wonder where I am,And search with shrill, cold cry;But I crouch low where tall reeds grow,And smile as they pass by!
WINIFRED VIRGINIA JACKSON