The Tumbleweed.The Tumbleweed?
Where do they go to,
The Tumbleweed?
Who knows whence is their life so free,
Born on the prairies' shadowless sea? Who knows of the parents they boast, This tossing, fringed, homeless host? Who knows where they bury their dead When the winds', high requiem is said?__ Vagrants alway,
The Tumbleweed!
Where do they come from, The Tumbleweed?
Where do they go to,
The Tumbleweed?
Ask of the breezes that sigh and fall;
Ask of the winds that shriek and call; Ask of the changing lights that pass Over the wheat, the corn, the grass; Ask of the rose-gray mists that creep Like mother-watch o'er the prairies' sleep,__ Vagrants alway,
The Tumbleweed!
Where do they come from, The Tumbleweed?
Where do they go to,
The Tumbleweed?
Suddenly at your feet they lie,
Laughing, tumbling, go rolling by; Over the blue-bound prairies leap, No faith, no love, no tryst they keep; Free and wild is the will they boast, This tossing, fringed, homeless host,__ Vagrants alway,
The Tumbleweed!
__Hannah Rea Woodman. |
Tumbleweed
Poems by Hannah Rea Woodman
(Poughkeepsie, N.Y.: A. V. Haight & Company. 1909)
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