On all the plains and hills deep shadows lie, The sun shines faintly through a mask of gray, Then sullenly, he dims his last faint ray As clouds of dust obscure the troubled sky. Before the hurtling wind the bleached weeds fly Across vast, barren plains, where once there lay A green and fragrant carpet, but today We see the plowed sod writhe, hear the gale's cry! Lost Red Man, you were wiser far than we, The Pale-face breed who ploughed and sowed the plains On which the deer and buffalo once fed. Where once the shielding grass swayed, tired eyes see The gashed fields bleeding dust, and healing rains Cannot replace the grass -- now so long dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE DUTCH GARDEN by HARRIET WHITNEY DURBIN THE LAST RESERVATION by WALTER LEARNED THE BRAVEST BATTLE by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER TO MRS. MARTHA BLOUNT (ON HER BIRTHDAY, 1723) by ALEXANDER POPE MON REPOS (MY MOTHER'S GIRLHOOD HOME) by ALFRED BARRETT THE WAKE OF TIM O'HARA (SEVEN DIALS) by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN |