SOLILOQUY OF SOUTHSHORE LANE

by J. W. Beatty This little offering of mine is i n advovacy of a desire to correct a misnomer that in some manner gained xonsiderable currecy the last few years. I am too proud of all those "twists and turns", and too aware of the future possibility of making this road an avenue of beauty, to be added to the numerous spots of lasting memory that the people of Culver have got surrounding Lake Maxinkuckee, not to subscribe to the intet of this humble soliloquy. Do those taking part in nomenclature Rue their thei choice at some time later? A lane implies a place that's narrow, Scarce wide enough to push a barrow, Or pull a minature harrow Within itsts scare confines.

Can't those that use such appellation
See that its wrong in application.
Lanes twist and turn that is true,
But also they confine the view
To make the choice of nature few.
Of this I am not guilty.

I'mtold by those that come and go,
That I have something more to show,
Than highways that are far more vain.
That prate about their sonorous name
But never add much to the fame
Of places where they are.

So if a little time you have,
I'll soothe my pride with beauty saive,
And show you what you always see,
If you will only follow me
To where I'm ended by a tree,
Out there by friednly hand.

Look o'er head, how nature spread,
A canopy to shield my bed.
'"that only God can make a tree".
Means more than merely song in me.
It reassures ny faith that He
Made this His laboratory.

And there are beutied that I know
Adjancent to my borders grow.
The wild flowers grace my border there,
Like tresses on a maiden fair,
And breathe aroma to the air
While you are passing by.

Go 'round this corner, cross a bridge
Ascend the hill, stand on the ridge.
And looking back you will perceive
A feep ravine, you loath to leave
That nature worked hard to achieve,
By years of water flowing.

Now as the moon bids sun good-by
And dusk creepes gently o'er the sky.
I'll wend you to a silvered lake
And bid your eyes a feast to make
A feast in which the gods partake
Oon beauteous Maxinkuckee.

The Culver Citizen Wed, Feb 10, 1932 ·Page 6