Excerpt from Cornhuskers
I was born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of its women, gave me a song and a slogan.
Here the water went down, the icebergs slid with gravel, the gaps and the valleys Это и многое другое вы найдете в книге Cornhuskers (Classic Reprint) (Carl Sandburg)