The music of the prairie is a tantalizing thing, When the grass folk greet the evening hills and creeks and coulees ring, Though each voice with dew is muted, how they swell and swank and swing! Soft as sighing, shrill as wind notes, striking sharp as castanets Sweet is katydid's persistence, harsh the slough frogs' mixed quartets, Weird the siren of cicadas from their leafy minarets. Through the pulsing undercurrent of the myriad winged things Sounds the rhythmic all-night twanging of the cricket's banjo strings Over-ridden by the high cry of the night birds' wanderings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY POEMS: 1 by GEORGE BARKER GOD'S ACRE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LOCHABER NO MORE by ALLAN RAMSAY THE OLD CUMBERLAND BEGGAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SPIRITS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE ENVIOUS WREN by PHOEBE CARY |