Vachel Lindsay

(November 10, 1879 – December 5, 1931 / Springfield, Illinois)

What The Rattlesnake Said - Poem by Vachel Lindsay

The moon's a little prairie-dog.
He shivers through the night.
He sits upon his hill and cries
For fear that I will bite.

The sun's a broncho. He's afraid
Like every other thing,
And trembles, morning, noon and night,
Lest I should spring, and sting.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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