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HIGH
LIGHTS
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KANSAS CITY
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Illustrated Poems
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Places We Love |
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CLIFF DRIVE |
These Cliffs
overlooked the
river,
Long before
white man came
along.
Red man with his
bow and quiver,
Danced and
wildly chanted
his war song.
He would drink
of healing
water,
Coming from the
spring, so cool
and clear;
Also hunted deer
and otter;
Little did he
dream what would
be here.
Each new curve
brings you
reviewing
Beauty as it was
in days gone by.
Trees in spring
are life
renewing,
And you hear the
many wild birds
cry.
Rows of lamps at
night are
lighting
Pathways for the
cars that seem
alive
Kansas City is
inviting
You to come and
see our famous
drive.
--Wallace List. |
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CLIFF DRIVE |
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Wind along its
curving way
At each bend
Nature spreads
New beauty, new
scenes, pictures
Painted by the
hand of God.
Look down: a
profuse growth,
Natural blooms,
the sun glinting
Through open
branches of tall
trees.
Look up: sheer
precipices of
rock,
Flowers in
abundance in
nooks and
crannies,
Over all
flourishing
trees with roots
Entwined in
crevices firmly
Withstanding the
storms of ages.
Behold! Kansas
City's most
beautiful
Drive:
Cliff Drive.
--J. R. Hammond. |
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CLIFF DRIVE
FOUNTAIN |
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Springing from a
cliff up yonder
That the ages seem to know,
Is a cool and
crystal fountain
Gushing forth in purest flow.
Many tourists
stop, refreshing
Thirsty lips and heart and soul
From the ever
running water
Over Cliff Drive's ample bowl.
Having drunk its
vital substance
To the toast of "Better Health!"
One has left a
cup the fuller
In a treasure trove of wealth.
Fill the jugs
and carry with
you,
Plenty more to wend its way
From a place we
never dreamed
of,
To the cliff, from day to day.
--Grace Gladman
Orme. |
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CLIFF DRIVE |
Along the drive
we stroll as in
a dream
And vision beauty it were vain to tell,
Where limestone
bluffs above the
valley seem
Like ramparts of an ivied citadel.
At every turn,
new vistas greet
our eyes
And give the
visitor a new
surprise.
Below, the river
slips along the
sands;
Beyond the valley, hills sky-wide and dim
Are calling us
to join the
gypsy bands
That hurry to the far horizon rim.
Along the Drive
the shattered
rainbows nod
From early violets to golden rod.
Safe hide-aways
for every hunted
thing
Are in the crannies by the shady Drive;
And trees in
dignity are
furnishing
A shrine where mystic beauty is alive,
And when Cliff
is touched with
Autumn flame
It seems a
temple to the
Holy Name.
--Clifford H.
Nowlin. |
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HIGH
LIGHTS
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KANSAS CITY
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Illustrated Poems
about the
Places We Love |
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Copyright 1945 by Mrs. G. L.
Fullington. |
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