TO YOU about Me

I walked along the road of life;
'Twas strewn with souls both good and rife.
My path had been both straight and sure,
By good example, made more sure.

Now came a turning in that road,
It grew more rough and widened more.
I left my home--No guiding hand
No voice to tell me where to stand.

I traveled North in search of Strength.
I sallied South more truths to learn.
I meandered toward the setting sun,
To get the gold to help me on.

Now I'm working, wishing, hoping
Thinking I may get some good
From the school which was my choice,
And thereupon my life make sure.

In this quest I wonder often,
If my foot may slip unnoted
Into untruth or disaster
Or be content with nothing noted. ^{Just a thought.}

My quest was started with full vim.
I studied hard, then I grew thin.
I thought I loved a girl--then near,
But later learned--SHE was no dear.

My second year I started grim,
To fight off every little whim.
My work was good, but lacked the vim
Which sets it off in right good trim.

In the third year I settled down
And made my school work fairly hum,
But life seemed empty--What! No goal?
I was traveling fast--But where?

A party, dance, a friendly word.
She came like morning fresh and sweet.
Strangers?--Sure--but thoughts alike,
We found companionship discreet.

The days passed on. I saw her often.
First a tango, then poor excuses,
To get to see her I used ruses.
She hurt me once 'Twas soon forgotten.
And I found her sweet; enthralling.

Now I've found a goal in life,
Instilled by thoughts she gave so freely.
And if I heed their gentle warning,
I hope to find my child of "Morning".

E.M.C

1 Georgetown Idaho
- June 13, 1932 -
met Dorothy Jan ? 1932

2 This is my very first attemp [attempt] at poetry I know it does not rhyme and that the meter is wrong in places, but —Well don't show it to anybody. It just happened to be the way I felt a little while ago.

Ellsworth.

It seems good to get back to my typewriter.

3 Jan 25 / 33 [Jan 25 1933]
Birthday wishes
Happy days, Sunny Skies
Laughter in your blue-grey eyes,
These + other things I've found
Since with you I've strolled around
Lazy days, starry skies nights
All have the had their own delights
Can't express my thots [thoughts] to you
But this little wish rings true.
Many Birthday Joys to you
–Dorothy