• From the great trees the locusts cry
    In quavering ecstatic duo-a boy
    Shouts a wild call-a mourning dove
    In the blue distance sobs-the wind
    Wanders by, heavy with odors
    Of corn and wheat and melon vines;
    The trees tremble with delirious joy as the breeze
    Greets them, one by one-now the oak
    Now the great sycamore, now the elm.

    Hamlin Garland (1961). “Boy Life on the Prairie”, p.178, U of Nebraska Press