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Prairie land is golden,
Airy, wide. The sky our only mountain, We, inside. Who would choose a small land Where the hills, Steadily asserting Granite wills, Narrow all horizons, Stand apart? Ah, my golden prairie, In the sky-mountain's heart! |
Seesaw
May Williams Ward
page 51
(Atlanta: The Bozart Press. 1929)
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