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I am weary and must go
For my mind it seems to stray, Back again to boyhood's home On the prairie far away. Where barefoot I rambled far List'ning for old Brindle's bell, And then slowly brought the cows As the twilight shadows fell. None but those who once have dwelt Where the prairies stretch away, From the pioneer's new home, E'er can feel as I today. How I long to see the flowers Nature planted for me there, And to hear the larks sweet song Swell out on the balmy air. Then at evening from the fields O'er our cabin to their nests, Swift the prairie chickens flew Without hunters to molest. And at noon ', Bob White" would ring Sharply on the summer air, To be echoed by a boy Listening with rapture there. And in Autumn, Oh! how oft Have I watched the prairie fire From our cabin home at night. Yet I never seemed to tire, Watched until it spread away; Over hills and vales and mounds, 'Till the line of fire seemed but Musketry of battle grounds. Take me back___yes, take me back, To the cabin on the wild, To my trundle bed once more, Where I slept when but a child. Take me to my cabin home 'Mong the blue stem far away, Out upon the prairies wild To my Kansas home today. __Ed. Blair. |
Kansas Zephyrs
Ed. Blair
(Madison, Wis.: American Thresherman. 1901)
Pages 193-194
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