"From the great trees the locusts cry In quavering ecstatic duo-a boy Shouts a wild call-a mourning dove In the blue distance sobs-the wind Wanders by, heavy with odors Of corn and wheat and melon vines; The trees tremble with delirious joy as the breeze Greets them, one by one-now the oak Now the great sycamore, now the elm."

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Source : Hamlin Garland (1961). “Boy Life on the Prairie”, p.178, U of Nebraska Press

Hamlin Garland

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