Dakotas Poems - Poems about Dakotas

...I'm working off my sins in the usual way, A Cornish knight of no worship, Languishing amid the aroma Of easy women and open bets. Don't tell the boss, but I'd do it for free So long as the ......

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...“Blizzard” Thundering down the valleys Tearing across the plains Ten thousand steel horses Their nostrils spitting steam Bodies tense with anger The bastard Boreas Coming to cla......

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...Red rock territory up ahead Cheerful engineer Train’s brakes made horrible sounds We began slowing down Oohs and ahhs I looked out the window The Dakotas were like nothing I had ever seen I ......

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...Red rock territory up ahead Cheerful engineer Train’s brakes making horrible sounds We begin slowing down Oohs and ahhs I look out the window The Dakotas are like nothing I have ever seen I ne......

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...The plains of the Dakotas seem endless With rumors of great mountains to the west And rumors of great lakes to the east But to the proud pioneers who settled here it was home. The sturdy Swedes......

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...Staying in Touch! Do you stay in touch with the people you love? If you do, then you might be an odd one for sure! Most who call, are just strangers that one has not hear......

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...Year five of the Great Depression. April 14, 1935 another Sunday of church services praying for The rain that wasn’t coming. And the sky turned mean and angry, as daylight was obliterated int......

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...Mankind, I fear is losing Its leaders, know not shame They cast aside the helpless The hopeless and the maimed Their lawyers speak to justify Their evil, soulless deeds The lowly, all but cruci......

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...6 miles up river Arikara are encountered, they are a people of amenable disposition and are agrarians, they chuckle with sympathy as we inform them of our grizzly confrontation and they tell us th......

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... At a poker table in a Deadwood saloon, Wild Bill Hickok popped his last balloon. He suffered the most ignominious of fates while holding black pairs of aces and eights. Bill was unexpec......

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...I looked up at the mountain, the result - I was in awe! George, Teddy, Tom, and Abe, were the faces, that I saw! Faces carved in granite. Fourteen years, to get it done! Over 400 people did t......

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...At first there was no alarm; these were winds And high prairie farms had learned to hold tight Against gale force blizzards and tornado; Replanting, repairing after each storm, ‘Rain Follows the Plow......

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...Harvesting Pumpkins From villages in Iowa, Indiana, Minnesota and Nebraska and from towns in the Dakotas, Wisconsin and Michigan, there stream to Chicago in spring parades of lithe girls loo......

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