The meadow-larks rejoice, as the bright sun
Drinks up the burdening dew from slender grass,
From flower cups, purple, yellow, white, and blue,
In the green swells o’er which the dusty trail
Lies like a loose gray ribbon. Westward creeps
The jolting prairie schooner, and its wheels
Talk on the axle while the sweating bays
Draw sturdily, nodding their patient heads.
Humped on his spring seat ‘neath the canvas roof,
The bearded, weather-beaten driver guides
With slackened line. An eager boy and girl-
The lass with yellow curls, the lad well tanned-
Peer close beside him. From the hidden depths
Comes the low crooning of a lullaby.
The meadow-larks rejoice, the wild flowers blow-
He eyes the dusty margin of the trail
Communing with his vision of a home.
(Edwin Ford Piper)
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