Hamlin Garland - Sport

Somewhere, in deeps
Of tangled, ripening wheat,
A little prairie-chicken cries-
Lost from its fellows, it pleads and weeps.
Meanwhile, stained and mangled,
With dust-filled eyes,
The unreplying mother lies
Limp and bloody at the sportsman's feet.

Hamlin Garland

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