| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Grand-dad’s Bluff | | By Laura Sherry |
| | From “Ridge People”
I KNELT all day, | |
| Grand-dad, | |
| Pleading with you— | |
| But you had nothing to say. | |
| Night fell, | 5 |
| And a message came | |
| Through your ravines. | |
| It did not speak either, | |
| But I heard it pass among the leaves of the trees. | |
| I drank it through my nostrils | 10 |
| As one drinks wine through the mouth, | |
| And it tingled to the finger-tips of my spirit. | |
| I came to you, Grand-dad, with my heart. | |
| God bless you, Grand-dad. | | | | |
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