The music of the prairie is a tantalizing thing, When the grass folk greet the evening hills and creeks and coulees ring, Though each voice with dew is muted, how they swell and swank and swing! Soft as sighing, shrill as wind notes, striking sharp as castanets Sweet is katydid's persistence, harsh the slough frogs' mixed quartets, Weird the siren of cicadas from their leafy minarets. Through the pulsing undercurrent of the myriad winged things Sounds the rhythmic all-night twanging of the cricket's banjo strings Over-ridden by the high cry of the night birds' wanderings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOYS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES AUTUMN WOODS by ANNA M. ACKERMANN INVITED GUESTS by FRANCES EKIN ALLISON ON BEING QUIZZED BY BALIEV by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) SONG: 5 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |