Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, A WESTERN WASTE, by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE

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A WESTERN WASTE, by            
First Line: Old rails like twin steel ribbons stretch away
Last Line: Fair as a farm by some iowan stream.
Subject(s): Labor & Laborers; Railroads; Work; Workers; Railways; Trains

OLD rails like twin steel ribbons stretch away
O'er endless acres seldom kissed by rain.
This is the wide unwatered waste of plain,
Our arid pastures spread with sterile clay;
Here bounteous nature feared to flaunt display
Knowing her rich reserves were called in vain,
And man within his now-luxurious train
Sees cheerless distances and scorns to stay:
Thus lies it lonely, lost to fruit and flower,
To labor's wand and capital's vast dream;
And it shall still be barren to that hour
When we shall rise resolving to redeem;
Then will it bloom in magic grace and power
Fair as a farm by some Iowan stream.

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