The Call of the Plains.
M. Ethel Adams, Cleburne, Texas. Panhandle Herald, June 8, 1917.
Free as the waves of the sea!
Your voice is sweet as in alien street
The cry of a friend to me!
You bring me the breath of the prairies,
Known in the days that are sped,
The wild geese’s cry and the blue, blue sky
And the sailing clouds o’er head!
My eyes are weary with longing
For a sight of the sage grass gray,
For the dazzling light of a noontide bright
And the joy of the open day!
Oh, to hear once more the clanking
Of the noisy cowboy’s spur,
And the south wind’s kiss like a mild caress
Making the grasses stir.
I dream of the wide, wide prairies
Touched with their glistening sheen,
The coyotes’ cry and the wind-swept sky
And the waving billows of green!
And oh, for a night in the open
Where no sound discordant mars,
And the marvelous glow, when the sun is low,
And the silence under the stars!
Ho, wind from the western prairies!
Ho, voice from a far domain!
I feel in your breath what I’ll feel till death,
The call of the plains again!
The call of the Spirit of Freedom
To the spirit of freedom in me;
My heart leaps high with a jubilant cry
And I answer in ecstasy!