And I thought the poem upon his wife’s death was the only selection of Will H. Chandlee’s verse in my possession. As I dig through what I’m calling the S. J. Turnbull Archives, more appears. The latest, a love poem–childlike and simple, but still touching. Since it’s June now, for just a few days longer, I’ll post it here:
Tulips bloom in Springtime
Roses bloom in June
But my heart’s always blooming when
I hear a pretty tune.
Daffodils and snowdrops
Blue skies up above
But we will be together dear
And will always be in love
Roses bloom in June
But my heart’s always blooming when
I hear a pretty tune.
Daffodils and snowdrops
Blue skies up above
But we will be together dear
And will always be in love
– Will H. Chandlee
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