Sport Poem by Hamlin Garland

Sport

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Somewhere, in deeps
Of tangled, ripening wheat,
A little prairie-chicken cries-
Lost from its fellows, it pleads and weeps.
Meanwhile, stained and mangled,
With dust-filled eyes,
The unreplying mother lies
Limp and bloody at the sportsman's feet.

Monday, September 27, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: lies
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Hamlin Garland

Hamlin Garland

the United States
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