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Homesteaders i Nebraska 1888
O prairie mother, I am one of your boys.
|I have loved the prairie as a man with a heart shot full of pain over love.|
|Here I know I will hanker after nothing so much as one more sunrise or a sky moon of fire doubled to a river moon of water.|
. . .
|I speak of new cities and new people.|
|I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.|
|I tell you yesterday is a wind gone down,|
|a sun dropped in the west.|
|I tell you there is nothing in the world|
|only an ocean of to-morrows,|
|a sky of to-morrows.|
|I am a brother of the cornhuskers who say|
| To-morrow is a day.|
Från den långa dikten "Prarie" ur Cornhuskers (1918) av Carl Sandburg