Silver Maples

Rain fingers stroke our grey bodies
and the long muscles of the prairie tenderly hold us.
 
The wind waves break over us as our bowed heads shelter
the homes of the earth's farmers, the herdsmen
of furrows, the crop growers, soil faithful,
the large-handed, lean-bellied seed sowers,
the keepers of life.
    Original Citation
    Wallace's Farmer, 22 April 1939, pp. 15.
    Word Count
    51
    Original Publication
    Date Published
    1939
    Re-publication
    North American Review
    Theme(s)
    First Line
    Rain fingers stroke our grey bodies
    Poetic Form
    open
    Bibliographic Notes

    Not included in Ward or in Complete. Republication in NAR was the first since 1939. North American Review 305.1 (Spring 2020): inside cover.