Prairie Born and Other Poems e-bog

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. We have heard the binders clatter through the dusty autumn day; We have seen the golden stubble gleaming through the misty rain; We have seen the plow-streaks widen as they turned it down again; We have heard the threshers humming in the cool September night; We have seen their dark procession by the straw piles' eerie light; We have heard the freight-trains groaning, slip ping, grinding, on the rail, And the idle trace-chains jingle as they jogged along the trail.