By George Zamalea THE RIPPLING WIND It well may be part from the tall-grass county Disappearing into the Corn Belt, The furious echoes were still hearing Through the rippling winds! Sea of Corn and laughs I must say, Where the feeding…
By George Zamalea THE RIPPLING WIND It well may be part from the tall-grass county Disappearing into the Corn Belt, The furious echoes were still hearing Through the rippling winds! Sea of Corn and laughs I must say, Where the feeding…