A telephone line, new and straight,
Marches proudly to our gate.
Then wires lead in;
A Small bell shrills;
We’ve a telephone-and telephone bills!
The family cheers. I wanly smile.
I’ll get accustomed after while.
For, while I may be hard to please
I miss my clump of locust trees.
by Ray Romine Thursday, August 12, 1954
