Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN MEMORY OF CHARLES M. RUSSELL (MONTANA'S FAMOUS COWBOY ARTIST), by IDA MAY SHORT First Line: Through your eyes we see the roundup Last Line: "as we whisper low, ""so long!" Subject(s): Paintings And Painters; Russell, Charles Marion (1865-1926) | ||||||||
Through your eyes we see the roundup And the trail herd, slow and weary See the prairies as you saw them In the wild, free days of old; See the summer's blazing sunshine And the winter, cold and dreary; See the hills beneath the sunrise And the sunset skies of gold. You have made us feel the blizzard, See the cattle drift before it As it makes its way relentless Out across the prairie land. Then, next spring, we see the coulee And the buzzards hovering o'er it Where the luckless cattle perished In their last, despairing stand. You have given us the broncho And his reckless, daring rider; We can see them as you saw them, At their work and at their play. With your magic brush you take us Where horizons are much wider And we see again the range land Ere the fence had come to stay. Now, for you, the day is over. On your pillow, you are sleeping While the wind's familiar voices Sing for you a slumber song. Sleep in peace, you're not forgotten; In our grateful hearts we're keeping Memory of the gifts you gave us, As we whisper low, "So long!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALIENS (TO YOU - EVERYWHERE! DEDICATED) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HENRY PURCELL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE NEW COLOSSUS by EMMA LAZARUS A DESCRIPTION OF SUCH A ONE AS HE WOULD LOVE by THOMAS WYATT DICING by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS |
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