Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOTHER WEST, by ARTHUR CHAPMAN Poet's Biography First Line: There is a mother, legend runs Last Line: Come home to mother west. Subject(s): Homecoming; West (u.s.); Southwest; Pacific States | ||||||||
THERE is a mother, legend runs, Of mothers quite the best, Who boasts ten million sturdy sons 'Twixt plain and mountain crest; She gives of wealth in goodly store, She gives abounding health and, more, She opens wide Contentment's door Her name is Mother West. Beneath the blazing stars, low-swung, Where eagles make their nest, Her hardy boys to crags have clung And faced death with a jest; And on the cattle-dotted plain, Where ranch lights now gleam through the rain, Right cheerily her sons have lain And died for Mother West. For she a mystic spell has laid Upon the human breast; To break her bonds men have essayed, But well they stand the test; For every pulsing heart she claims, And every mind, with all its aims, Once yielding to her sunset flames Belongs to Mother West. O thou, whose bounties never fail, We are thy children blest; To foreign shores we may set sail, Our pilot strange unrest; But still thy nestlings turn to thee Thy hills, thy plains, thy mystery And, at the last, from oversea Come home to Mother West. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WESTERN WAGONS by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET DRIVING WEST IN 1970 by ROBERT BLY IN THE HELLGATE WIND by MADELINE DEFREES A PERIOD PORTRAIT OF SYMPATHY by EDWARD DORN ASSORTED COMPLIMENTS by EDWARD DORN AT THE COWBOY PANEL by EDWARD DORN |
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