<h3 id="The_Prairie_School">The Prairie School</h3>
<p>THE sweet west wind, the prairie school a break in the yellow wheat,<br/>
The prairie trail that wanders by to the place where the four winds meet—<br/>
A trail with never an end at all to the children’s eager feet.</p>
<p>The morning scents, the morning sun, a morning sky so blue<br/>
The distance melts to meet it till both are lost to view<br/>
In a little line of glory where the new day beckons through—</p>
<p>And out of the glow, the children: a whoop and a calling gay,<br/>
A clink of lunch-pails swinging as they clash in mimic fray,<br/>
A shout and a shouting echo from a world as young as they!</p>
<p>The prairie school! The well-tramped earth, so ugly and so dear,<br/>
The piney steps where teacher stands, a saucy gopher near,<br/>
A rough-cut pole where the flag flies up to a shrill voiced children’s cheer.</p>
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<p>So stands the outpost! Time and change will crowd its widening door,<br/>
Big with the dreams we visioned and the hopes we battled for—<br/>
A legacy to those who come from those who come no more.</p>
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