Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PRAIRIE WIND, by GRACE DICKINSON SPERLING 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. | 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 CAMPUS ETCHING by GRACE DICKINSON SPERLING |
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