Poems Page 12

May 1931

Rowing Not Drifting

We are not drifting along my friend
For it's upstream we are going.
And whoever shall make his mark in life
Must constantly keep on rowing.

If we always try for the upward lift
If always good seed we are sowing;
It can never be said we are drifting along
But always that we are rowing.

Rowing, not drifting, the whole day through
For success doesn't come that way,
For he who means to reach the top
Must labor the live long day.

Dear Little Home

Somebody lives by the river
And somebody lives by the sea
But when the rain pours down
O'er the country and town
It's the shy little brook for me.

Somebody lives in a mansion
Wondrous and fair to see,
But I live in a town
In a house old and brown;
It's a dear little home to me.

I care not for palace or riches
Icare not for river or sea,
Let me spend all my hours
With the birds and flowers,
Oh that is the life for me

Martha L. Delk