We hold on to hopes for next year every year in western Dakota: hoping that droughts will end; hoping that our crops won't be hail...ed out in the few rainstorms that come; hoping that it won't be too windy on the day we harvest, blowing away five bushels an acre; hoping ... that if we get a fair crop, we'll be able to get a fair price for it. Sometimes survival is the only blessing that the terrifying angel of the Plains bestows.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He slipped his hand and ran away! He hadn't gone a yard when--Bang!... With open jaws, a lion sprang, And hungrily began to eat The boy: beginning at his feet.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Oh! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;... But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When my body leaves me I'm lonesome for it.... but body goes away to I don't know where and it's lonesome to drift above the space it fills when it's here.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head.... The stars in the bright sky looked down where He lay-- The little Lord Jesus asleep in the hay.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »