Illinois Verse/Zuppke—Two Sketches
Zuppke—Two Sketches
The Artist
Impressionist who wields a clever brush!
When comes the winter's hush
With ardor that ne'er faints
He mixes his glowing paints
And on the canvas, woods and stream and field
In a riot of tumultuous color yield.
When comes the winter's hush
With ardor that ne'er faints
He mixes his glowing paints
And on the canvas, woods and stream and field
In a riot of tumultuous color yield.
The Coach
Zup the coach
Without reproach,
Each move seen
With eyes so keen.
Fighting hard,
Forever on guard.
He moves his team with all his soul
On,—on,—toward the desired goal.
Without reproach,
Each move seen
With eyes so keen.
Fighting hard,
Forever on guard.
He moves his team with all his soul
On,—on,—toward the desired goal.