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WIND PRARIE FANTASIO, by                    
First Line: The wind swept the prairies with a cry of joy; the
Last Line: Thirty years' absence; as a man, apprehensively, looking among the tomb stones.
Variant Title(s): Wild Fantasio
Subject(s): Wind


"If I should sell my pony
And ride the range no more,
Nail up my hat and my silver spurs
Above my shanty door." -- Edwin Ford Piper.

THE wind swept the prairies with a cry of joy; the prairies with yellow loam hidden by house forms,
human forms and green.

The prairie people did not need the wind. They have their electric fans.
The prairie people did not need the cry of joy. They have their comic moving pictures, their
parks, their children.

The wind, then, must have a secret with the prairies, sweeping it with a cry of joy. The wind must
have an old friend, a boon companion to lock arms with and saunter miles in the easy, careless
manner of chums.
The wind's secret must be older than fifty April moons, older than the coming of the Spanish to San
Salvador. . .

Some day the wind will come very slowly, inquiringly, as a man returning to his birthplace after
thirty years' absence; as a man, apprehensively, looking among the tomb stones.





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