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Where the Chinook Blows |
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THE SPRING ROUNDUP
A world of dust peopled by strange shapes
That whirl and plunge and rear, A carnival of sound, deep, wild and hoarse,
That speaks maternal fear. Stern work for man and trusty horse,
Swing out, swing in and pass 1 The day is hot and long, but yet
Tonight, upon the grass, The horse will ease his fevered sides
And man will count it blest To smoke and talk and lastly know
The pleasant range of rest. |
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