Poems by Badger Clark

Poems by Badger Clark

The Bad Lands, by Badger Clark

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

The Coyote, by Badger Clark

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

The Rains, by Badger Clark

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

The Springtime Plains, by Badger Clark

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