From the Shawano County Journal, Dec. 22, 1938 Poem by Geo. Magee in California paper
The following poem was written by George Magee, who left Shawano about
25 years ago. He is the son of Mrs. Rose Magee and was born and reared
here. George is now a contractor in Fullerton, California, and in his
spare time writes for some of the California papers. The poem below
recently was published in a Fullerton paper and expresses his longing
for good old Wisconsin and, we bet, Shawano, too. Nostalgia For Wisconsin Shall I ever see again Placid rivers winding down Through the green farms neatly kept To an elm shaded town? Shall I hear a meadow lark, On his post in fields of brown, Calling spring to come and mend Winter’s tattered fading gown? Shall I ever sit again By some quiet inland lake, See the moon come from her bath Trailing silver in her wake? Shall I see an autumn morn With the great sun crisp and bright, Shining on a painted wood Where the frost had worked all night? Shall I know again the hush That the snow brings with its falling, Or the wailing winter wind Like a lost soul vainly calling Nope, I guess I never will, Unless there should come a day When they give out traveling jobs On the WPA. -G. E. M.
