The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-10-05
THE SOD HOUSE IN HEAVEN.


An haydn hez begun,
An early corn Is hard min in the ear.
You'd like to hev mo tell you bout my past
An why I'm suck an all alone At last'
Why, yes, I'd kind Of like
To tell you bout il, Ike,
Since you've been kind enough 70 stop en- ast
It's twenty years since me an Liza came
An settled down here on this timber claim
The land was wild an new.
An neighbors mighty few,
An all around here there was lets O. CANA
don't believe there ever was . king
That felt ez big ez did long the spring.
That this sod house was done.
An Liza he'd begun
To a # up with things she'd thought TO bring.
o. course we made pretty modest start
Fer wealth an US was mighty fur apart
But still we didn't mind
Eff we Was some behind
The latest styles. fer we was rioh at heart
There's alters lots o. work when you begin
To make farm where grass hez alters beeA
But everything looked bright
With sort o. rainbow light
So pulled on my coat an waded in
One day . chap that couldn't spell ner add,
Come round 10 see what sort o. board We haA
We see he'd come to stay,
An wouldn't 60 away,
Fer Liza was his ma an me his dad.
I never see 80 pert . chap ez him.
An full o mischief clean up to the briHs
An alters In fer fun,
Fore he could walk er run;
An so We called him Little Frisky jim
An when his mother made him his nrst pants,
Won 0r n IA 1ifflA Teller
half believed the child
Was really goin wild
The way he'd run around an jump an dAno&
One day the wind got on sort O. sw,rA
An fetched around to US baby girl
She had pretty smile
Staid with her all the wfi1e:
An 30 We called her Little Laughing Pearl
An them two little ones, 50 pure an bright
They filed this old sod house plum full O. light
made EN- lots o. toys
An helped EN- with their nOtso,
An used 10 like to watch EN- sleep at night
An Liza, every special pleasant day.
Would send 'en out around the place 70 Play.
/ alters like to sec
EN- como to bother me
An ask me things an git round In the WY.
On rainy days when they was KEEP inside,
Fore any other sort O game was tried,
They'd say: please, Daddy. please
Git on your hands an knees"
An 90 I'd be boss fer them to ride.
An that's the way things went about Ave year,
We had little branch O. Heaven here;
1t want no gold paved floor
Nor pearly gate fer door
That made 1t SO; but II was love and cheer.
I somehow kind O. thought 'twould alters -
The same sunshiny place for them an me:
Till. sudden like one day.
Jim run away TO play
Up yonder, jest beyond where we could So
Poor little Pearli she wasn't yit quite fsu.
An still she grieved fer Jim ez much er more.
Than Liza did, er me:
An 1t was hard to sec
Der lonesome like playin' round tho door.
Her little face seemed more than common
bright;
An ex she quiet lay.
"Oh, Jim" we heard her say.
An then she went forever from our sight
An there was Liza now an me- heart-soro
Jest left again the way We was before
The little ones he'd como
TO share our sod house homo,
Exceptin' that We loved each other mora
1t seemed to me tibet Liza was my share
Ell part o. them loved he'd to spare:
But jest fer Pearl an Jim
God called her up to him,
An maybe she was needed over thera
But after she was gone couldn't see
Ez it was much odds how things went With me;
An so. year after year,
I've Jest been stayin' here,
Half way betwixt what's been an what's 70 BE-
An ever since the first O. this sick spell
I've half been hopin' that I'd not git we'll
don't keer much to stay,
With them all gone away:
The place Is lopesomcr than / con tell
Yes, thank you. Ike. hleve ia hke drink,
amt no worse. jest kind O. weak, think
How bright It's everywhere!
What soft, warm. dreamy air:
An great big flowers, red an white an pink.
Jest listen, Ike, l hear en- sing somewhere
An there's a shinin' river over there,
An near the glistenin' sands
great big city stands,
An there's Q dock OF angels in the air.
Outside tbs place piece. UT middlin' nigh.
see little sod house bout OF high
Ez this. but lots more trim,
There's Liza, Pearl an jim
A'beck'nin' me to come Dear Ike, good-by.
Harry E. Mills in Chicago Advance.