Prairie Spring
Evening and the flat land,
Rich and sombre and always silent;
The miles of fresh-plowed soil,
Heavy and black, full of strength and harshness;
The growing wheat, the growing weeds,
The toiling horses, the tired men;
The long empty roads,
Sullen fires of sunset, fading,
The eternal, unresponsive sky.
Against all this, Youth,
Flaming like the wild roses,
Singing lilke the larks over the plowed fields,
Flashing like a star out of the twilight;
Youth with its insupportable sweetness,
Its fierce necessity,
Its sharp desire,
Singing and singing
Out of the lips of silence,
Out of the earthy dusk.
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I thought I would link up to the Fridays Fences hop today with this picture of a really cool fence that J. and I passed as we were cruising the back roads outside Liberty, Missouri (just north east of Kansas City). Here it is presented with a beautifully vivid poem by Willa Cather. Hope you enjoy both as much as I do!
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