Wind Of The PrairieWhere is your home? Is it some airy Glittering dome? Is it there that you practice The unceasing dirge of the foam? You coaxing, pleading, sobbing wind of the prairie! What do you say? Soft now! Contrary You play! Is it then in the lull You finally pause while you pray? You shrieking, moaning, wailing wind of the prairie! Whose spirit are you? Call thus the Redskins Whom white men slew? Say! Are you calling and crying For the lost soul of you? You break my heart, wind of the prairie, With your low moan. Hark! Do the braves call In that wild tone? Cease then! Know, wind, that the prairie In its deep bosom shelters its own. Yet I still hear the wind of the prairie Solemnly mourning its own. __Helen Griffith McCarroll |
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
Page 81
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)
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