The Prairie
Oh the rolling vastness calls us, Each hill and valley swirling with life, In every turn a story written in skyscape, The infinite stretches speak to me, And beckon all to rest upon their hands.
- Walt Whitman
The Prairie
Oh the rolling vastness calls us, Each hill and valley swirling with life, In every turn a story written in skyscape, The infinite stretches speak to me, And beckon all to rest upon their hands.