Prairie Born and Other Poems #220471

We have heard the binders clatter through the dusty autumn day; We have seen the golden stubble gleaming through the misty rain; We have seen the plow-streaks widen as they turned it down again; We have heard the threshers humming in the cool September night; We have seen their dark procession by the straw piles' eerie light; We have heard the freight-trains groaning, slip ping, grinding, on the rail, And the idle trace-chains jingle as they jogged along the trail.