Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FREE WIND, by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. Poet's Biography First Line: I went and worked in a drippin' mine Last Line: And my hawse and me was young. Alternate Author Name(s): Clark, Badger Subject(s): Cowboys; Prairies; Plains | ||||||||
I went and worked in a drippin' mine 'Mong the rock and the oozin' wood, For the dark seemed lit with a dollar sign And they told me money's good. So I jumped and sweat for a flat-foot boss Till my pocket bulged with pay, But my heart it fought like a led bronc' hawse Till I flung my drill away. For the wind, the wind, the good free wind, She sang from the pine divide That the sky was blue and the young years few And the world was big and wide! From the poor, bare hills all gashed with scars I rode till the range was crossed; Then I watched the gold of sunset bars And my camp-sparks glintin' toward the stars And laughed at the pay I'd lost I went and walked in the city way Down a glitterin' canyon street, For the thousand lights looked good and gay And they said life there was sweet. So the wimmen laughed while night reeled by And the wine ran red and gold, But their laugh was the starved wolf's huntin' cry And their eyes were hard and old. And the wind, the wind, the clean free wind, She laughed through the April rains: "Come out and live by the wine I give In the smell of the greenin' plains!" And I looked back once to the smoky towers Where my face had bleached so pale, Then loped through the lash of drivin' showers To the uncut sod and the prairie flowers And the old wide life o' the trail. I went and camped in the valley trees Where the thick leaves whispered rest, For love lived there 'mong the honey bees, And they told me love was best. There the twilight lanes were cool and dim And the orchards pink with May, Yet my eyes they'd lift to the valley's rim Where the desert reached away. And the wind, the wind, the wild free wind, She called from the web love spun To the unbought sand of the lone trail land And the sweet hot kiss o' the sun! Oh, I looked back twice to the valley lass, Then I set my spurs and sung, For the sun sailed up above the pass And the mornin' wind was in the grass And my hawse and me was young. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEFT-HANDED POEM by JAMES GALVIN NO COMPLAINTS; FOR ROBERT GRENIER by ANSELM HOLLO POINT OF ROCKS, TEXAS by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE PRAIRIE HOUSES by BARBARA GUEST AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE PRAIRIES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TO MAKE A PRAIRIE by EMILY DICKINSON THE PRAIRIE-GRASS DIVIDING by WALT WHITMAN SYMPHONY OF THE SOIL by EVA K. ANGLESBURG A BORDER AFFAIR by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. A BAD HALF HOUR by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. A COWBOY'S PRAYER (WRITTEN FOR MOTHER) by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. |
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