Poems by Badger Clark

No fresh green things in the Bad Lands bide;
It is all stark red and gray,
And strewn with bo...

Trailing the last gleam after,
In the valleys emptied of light,
Ripples a whimsical laughter
...

You've watched the ground-hog's shadow and the shiftin' weather signs
Till the Northern prairie ...

Heart of me, are you hearing
The drum of hoofs in the rains?
Over the Springtime plains I ride...