WIND OF THE WEST.
Reading edition
The wind tonight is cool and free, The wind tonight is Westerly; Sweeping in from the plains afar, Sweet and faint—yet wild as are All scents and odors blent In the Occident. My thoughts tonight are far and free, My thoughts tonight are Westerly; Sweeping out to the plains afar, Where roses grow and grasses are Carpets that spread so cool and sweet For my naked feet. My heart tonight is wild and free, My heart tonight is Westerly; But I’m living again those old, glad days, Roaming at pleasure the grassy ways,— Only a herder riding the swales Of the prairie trails. John Northern Hilliard.
