Wide the open spaces lie,
Fields of yellow cheerfulness,
Circled all by wheat and trees,
Ruled soft by blue and white
Roads to nowhere but afar,
Scattered perfectly with farms,
Fences sent for ages outward,
Clear broadness touched by prairie towns
Rippled ponds enclosed by rushes,
Distant rivers pulling streams,
Rolling earth, arms widely steady,
Fields and cattle, wooden barns
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