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

– Will H. Chandlee