The tossing, blooming, perfumed grassIs swept away by the wheat,Wheels and wheels and wheels spin byIn the spring that still is sweet. (Vachel Lindsay)
One response to “And the prairie flowers lie low: —”
Alternative text:
When I die take my saddle from the wall
Put it onto my pony, lead him out of his stall
Tie my bones on his back and turn our faces to the west
We’ll ride the prairies that we love the best
One response to “And the prairie flowers lie low: —”
Alternative text:
When I die take my saddle from the wall
Put it onto my pony, lead him out of his stall
Tie my bones on his back and turn our faces to the west
We’ll ride the prairies that we love the best
Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow