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PRAIRIE WIND, by            
First Line: I love to hear the prairie wind
Last Line: Blow through the edge of town.
Subject(s): Prairies; Wind; Plains


I love to hear the prairie wind
Blow through the edge of town.
So many scenes it conjures up,—
The western plains turned brown,
The brittle bunch-grass, cured and sweet,
Great herds beneath the stars,
And knuckling sound of patient feet
From cattle at the bars.
The prairie wind is company
For anyone like me.

I listen for it in the trees
Out on the edge of town;
At first it whistles cheerily,
Then suddenly dies down,
Or wanders off again to play,
With vines that grow along
The broken things, but slips away
When larks break into song—
For then it quiets utterly,
Nor stirs in any tree.

I love to hear the prairie wind
Blow through the edge of town.





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