<h2><SPAN name="chap43"></SPAN>CROSS-CURRENTS</h2>
<p class="poem">
They wrapped my soul in eiderdown;<br/>
They placed me warm and snug<br/>
In carved chair; set me with care<br/>
Upon an old prayer rug.<br/>
<br/>
They cased my feet in golden shoes<br/>
That hurt at toe and heel;<br/>
My restless feet, with youth all fleet,<br/>
Nor asked how they might feel.<br/>
<br/>
And now they wonder where I am,<br/>
And search with shrill, cold cry;<br/>
But I crouch low where tall reeds grow,<br/>
And smile as they pass by!<br/></p>
<p class="left">
WINIFRED VIRGINIA JACKSON</p>
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