Flint and Feather (1914)/Part 3/The Cattle Country

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Up the dusk-enfolded prairie,
  Foot-falls, soft and sly,
Velvet cushioned, wild and wary,
  Then—the coyote's cry.

Rush of hoofs, and roar and rattle,
  Beasts of blood and breed,
Twenty thousand frightened cattle,
  Then—the wild stampede.

Pliant lasso circling wider
  In the frenzied flight—
Loping horse and cursing rider,
  Plunging through the night.

Rim of dawn the darkness losing
  Trail of blackened soil;
Perfume of the sage brush oozing
  On the air like oil.

Foothills to the Rockies lifting
  Brown, and blue, and green,
Warm Alberta sunlight drifting
  Over leagues between.

That's the country of the ranges,
  Plain and prairie land,
And the God who never changes
  Holds it in His hand.

This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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