Kankakee Valley Post, Volume 1, Number 18, DeMotte, Jasper County, 24 November 1932 — CLAY [ARTICLE]

CLAY

By DOUGLAS MALLOCH

THEY call us clay--and think what clay may be! A mudhole in a highway, or a field. Rich with the harvest that the clay will yield, Even as we shall yield one presently. Clover or thistles, mudhole, or a road, Which shall we bear, and which to bear a load? They call us clay--and think what clay may do! Spatter humanity, or leave it clean, Be treacherous to travelers, or true. They call us clay--think all that clay may mean. Make easier or rough the road that man Must journey in life’s moving caravan. They call us clay--and think what clay has been! Some daubed it on their faces; Phidias Took common clay and put such beauty in The name of Phidias shall never pass. So his own sculptor each shall surely be, What will you make of you, shall 1 of me? 1932, Douglas Malloch.--WNU Service.