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THE LITTLE BROWN PATH
A little brown path ran from our house to yours As little brown paths will run out-of-doors, Wiggling its way past the pear tree and shed, Under the clothes-line, pushing ahead,
On by the plum stump, across the drive ’Till at friendship’s door it did arrive.
Worn through the grass, tramped in the snow, Like a knight’s lone way of long ago,
Through summer and winter, springtime and fall That little brown path seemed to call, call, call.
Thousands of times, back and forth,
On errands, nonsensical, some of worth,
We made our visits, borrowed, returned, Responded to sick calls, gossiped and learned, Induced a drain to make a start,
Mended the pump or some broken part Of the sweeper, the washer, the kitchen sink. Cleaned an old pen and filled it with ink, Sharpened our pencils, took the boys to school, And ate chili soup when the nights got cool.
Much as scales balance, pan for pan,
We did what we could, what neighbors can To make our deeds weigh well with yours, Pleasures for pleasures, chores for chores,
And through it all ran the shuttle of cheer, Weaving the fabric of friendship so dear.
When you were ill, those long, weary weeks, And the pallor of death showed in your cheeks, We did what we could, as to One above,
Our only claim to the Kingdom of Love.
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But the little brown path, through sunshine and showers, Runs no more from your house to ours.
You’re gone from that place and the path grows green, Strangers don’t keep such a link between,
But the thread of love our feet designed Will run through the years, in a finer kind,
Between our lives. You’ll not he gone!
Though the years be many and the years be long A little brown path, between heart doors,
Will wind its way from our house to yours.
— Barton Bees Pogue, Upland, Indiana
BE GOOD TO YOURSELF
What simple, sincere logic there — !
Or is it perhaps a kindly prayer?
A prayer to rid one’s self of gloom.
So in each life there will be room >
For appreciation of joys which so abound In the simple things we have around ...
A baby’s gurgling, sweet quick laugh,
A bird in a rain pool, taking a bath, !
The wind’s caress, or sun’s bright ray,
The friends we see from day to day.
Surely, “Be good to yourself” —
By keeping hate and envy on the shelf,
And by giving the world the best in you,
As has so often been proven true,
The best will then come back to you.
So the best way that you really can “Be good to yourself” — is by
Being good to your fellowman. j
— Minnie Brehm, San Antonio, Texas
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