Charles Badger Clark
Charles Badger Clark Poems
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My fathers sleep on the sunrise plains,
And each one sleeps alone.
Their trails may dim to the grass and rains,
For I choose to make my own.
I lay proud claim to their blood and name,
But I lean on no dead kin;
My name is mine, for the praise or scorn,
And the world began when I was born
And the world is mine to win.
They built high towns on their old log sills,
Where the great, slow rivers gleamed,
But with new, live rock from the savage hills
I'll build as they only dreamed.
The smoke scarce dies where the trail camp
Till the rails glint ...
A Cowboy's Prayer
(Written for Mother)
Oh Lord, I've never lived where churches
I love creation better as it stood
That day You finished it so long ago
And looked upon Your work and called it
I know that others find You in the light