Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MIRAGE - THE PASSING WEST, by ELIZABETH GARBUTT First Line: Tall poplars shiver in the summer heat Last Line: And poplar trees are shivering in the heat. Subject(s): Mirages; West (u.s.) - Exploration | ||||||||
Tall poplars shiver in the summer heat; Dim ghosts of red men sit On ponies silently. They shade far-seeing eyes With tawny hands, and gaze into the West. A shaggy line of bison tramps across The dusty, gray-green sage; And lo, Red River carts Are seen, log shacks, and scarlet uniforms; Great herds of cattle pass; then glint of ploughs, The waving wheat, and smoke Of trains. The Indians Have ridden, ghost-like, by; And poplar trees are shivering in the heat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SA-CA-GA-WE-A; THE INDIAN GIRL WHO GUIDED LEWIS AND CLARK by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR ON THE DISCOVERIES OF CAPTAIN LEWIS [JANUARY 14, 1807] by JOEL BARLOW WHITMAN'S RIDE FOR OREGON by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH OREGON HOLLY by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON THE ALBANY CHAUTAUQUA by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON THE INDIAN DEATH WAIL by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON THE OLD BARLOW ROAD by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON THE VISIT OF THE FLEET by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON THE WESTWARD MARCH by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON A BITTER LOSS AND BARREN GAIN by ELIZABETH GARBUTT |
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