Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, METAMORPHOSIS, by J. A. PETERSON


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First Line: Oh god, how I hate these dull barren plains
Last Line: And I'd never go east again.
Subject(s): Prairies; South Dakota; Plains


Oh God, how I hate these dull barren plains,
The land where the blizzards are bred.
Where winters are chill and winds never still,
And summers are sweltering red.
Oh I hate it all, and I loathe it all;
Yet I'd never go East again.

Oh God, how I hate all these makeshift towns,
That look worse than the dreary land,
For men without skill have builded them ill;
They show lack of a master's hand.
Oh I hate it all, and I loathe it all;
Yet I'd never go East again.

Oh God, how I hate these weird winter nights,
When the strong winds forever blow;
And the coyote's call makes our courage fall,
As he moans his sad tale of woe.
Oh I hate it all, and I loathe it all;
Yet I'd never go East again.

Oh God, but these plains are Your handiwork,
Perhaps we don't know how You've planned;
It may be a tree is no more to Thee
Than a desert of shimmering sand.
Oh I hate it all, and I loathe it all;
Yet I'd never go East again.

Oh God, what a beautiful land this is,
With its Indian Summer haze.
I love each butte that stands so mute
Where you placed it in early days.
Oh I love it all; I adore it all;
And I'd never go East again.

Oh God, why did I hate Your handiwork,
And why did I doubt Your plan—
When winters are chill and winds never still,
That the plains may mold perfect man?
Oh I love it all; I adore it all;
And I'd never go East again.





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