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First Line: This is my song for you, of the great northwest in the seed-time
Last Line: This is my song for you, who are fed by their bounty.
Subject(s): Northwest, Pacific; Seeds


This is my song for you, of the great Northwest in the seed-time;
Song of the great grain fields, and the mighty engines of farming.
This is my song for you, who know nothing of farming.

Come, then, you of the cities, and see these fields with my vision:

Winter is gone at last from the great gray hills and the praries.
Gathered and piled to be burned are the ghosts of the gaunt Russian thistle --
Sapper and parasite, the Anarchist of the grain-fields.

Now is the day of the tractor, a mighty monster of iron
Dragging its ten great shares, and turning ten mighty furrows;
Back of the plows is the drill, and yet behind that the drag harrow.
Plowing, seeding and packing, the giant of iron moves onward.
Back of its massive wheels the soil springs to life and is fertile.

Smeared with oil and black are the men who are guiding the tractors,
Wearing their grease and grime as the badge of their honest endeavor;
Toiling by day and by night, never ceasing. The roar of the engines
Welcomes the rising sun, and bids it farewell at its sinking.
And while you lie asleep, the engineer on the night shift
Stands in the tractor cab with the darkness black all about him,
Seeing only before him the headlight's gleam on the furrow,
While over and through and around is the pulse of the engine's explosions.
Shades of the tillers of soil, come look on the work they are doing!

You whose imagination must feed upon wonders and marvels
Gaze on these bleak, black fields, and then let your fancy wander
Onward with me to June, when they gleam in the glory of growing.

This is my song for you, of the great Northwest in the seed-time;
Song of the great grain-fields, and the greater song of their planting.
This is my song for you, who are fed by their bounty.





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