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THE WARM SPRINGS OF MANTI I wonder warm springs if you miss us, That bunch of old-fashioned girls. Who would seek your bright sparkling waters, To bathe on a hot summer day? With our coarse home-made shoes and sun-bonnets. We would walk every step of the way. Do you remember the thick warm linsey, Our mothers fashioned with care. Served well, I'm sure for a bath suit. Grown soft with washing and wear. We were gay with chatter and laughter. As we' d sport in your sparkling swirl. Speak up, warm springs, and tell us -•-¦. Is the flapper that now sports your water I wonder warm springs if you'd know us, That bunch of old-fashioned girls. As we sit around in a circle And glimpses of Heaven unfurls. Deep lines envelope our features. And silvered is our hair. And illness and fretting and care. . v Dear warm springs we have learned what life is. We have tasted the bitter-the sweet. We are now going down on the home stretch God willing, our loved ones to meet- z. .^ Elizabeth Crawford Munk |
