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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PRAIRIE VAGABOND, by JANE SLOAN First Line: Tumble-weed, / now gone to seed Last Line: With picket-fence for tether. Subject(s): Tumble-weeds | |||
Tumble-weed, Now gone to seed, Is light as any feather, Disciplined By straying wind, It capers with the weather. Rolled around, It comes aground With picket-fence for tether. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM A PRAIRIE by BEATRICE BRISSMAN PORTRAIT: TUMBLE-WEEDS by ANNIE LAURIE SNORF THE SCHOLAR GIPSY by MATTHEW ARNOLD SHE PASSED THIS WAY by ANNA M. ACKERMANN ON NANUS COUNTED ON AN ANT by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS WINTER NIGHTFALL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE GLADNESS OF NATURE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TO MISS LOGAN, WITH BEATTIE'S POEMS by ROBERT BURNS CRUCIFIXUS PRO NOBIS: 1. CHRIST IN THE CRADLE by PATRICK CAREY |
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