Pogo poem

Re-reading a favorite Pogo book yesterday, I came across this snip of verse, and thought I’d share it:

Now where we’ve gone
Through wood and field
The Sun has shone,
The Sun has shone;
The Rain did yield,
The ploughed Land sown,
Grain Blossom grown.
Can Storm attend,

Can Day be drear,
Can This be End,
Can there come End,
Because we’re Here?
Because we’re Here?

— O. V. Bristol, “Cornerstones and Corbiesteps”, 1801