Prairie
11
O prairie mother, I am one of your boys.
I have loved the prairie as a man with a heart shot full of pain over love.
Here I know I will hanker after nothing so much as one more sunrise or a sky moon of fire doubled to a river moon of water.●●● I speak of new cities and new people.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
I tell you yesterday is a wind gone down
- a sun dropped in the west.
I tell you there is nothing in the world
- only an ocean of to-morrows,
- a sky of to-morrows.
I am a brother of the cornhuskers who say
- at sundown:
- To-morrow is a day.
