Poems About Nebraska

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1. Nebraska, The Pride of This Country

   by Henry Allen Brainerd

   
   

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   Nebraska, the pride of this country,
   With its wide rolling prairies so green,
   Its vast fields of corn and its meadows,
   Is the fairest of sights ever seen.
   Its woodlands, its vales and its rivers;
   Its farms stretching wide o'er the lea,
   Oh! Nebraska, the gem of this country,
   Is the home in this free land for me.
   Cho.— Oh, Nebraska, Nebraska, Nebraska,
   The fairest of lands we have see,
   The land of the free and the faithful,
   'Tis the home in this free land I ween.

   A few years ago 'twas a prairie,
   'Twas a vast, rolling wild sanded plain,
   But now by the hand of progression,
   It is bounding with ripe golden grain.
   'Tis the storehouse of peace and of plenty,
   Its products extend to the sea,
   Oh, Nebraska the gem of this country,
   Is the home in this free land for me.
   

   'Tis a land filled with milk and with honey,
   Its storehouse is filled to the beam,
   This land is for all who may enter,
   To till its broad acres so green.
   Look around you and see peace and plenty,
   You can travel from sea unto sea,
   But you'll find that the plains of Nebraska,
   Is the home in this free land for thee.
   

   There is room in this country for many,
   And all who may come, you can hear,
   The watchword ring out, and the echo,
   Peace, plenty. Be thou of good cheer.
   Look out on our fields, see there's plenty,
   See our storehouses loaded with grain,
   Hear the echo ring back for Nebraska,
   There's cheers, once again, and again.
   

2. A September Morning in Nebraska

   by C. M. Barrow

   
   

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   The sun has not yet risen, but his golden glow,
   Lights up the misty portals of the far off east;
   The wavering shadows o’er the prairies come and go,
   And all the eerie sounds of night have ceased.
   

   Nature’s own songsters, from the cotton trees,
   Fill all the languorous air with melody.
   The corn fields rustle in the gentle morning breeze,
   And from the coming dawn the night-mist flees.
   

   Anon a golden disc appears to view,
   Afar, o’er shimmering seas of grass and corn—
   Like diamonds shine the myriad drops of dew,
   Up flies the lark, another day is born.
   

3. Our Prairie Homes

   by Charles J. Barber

   
   

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   How happy they who do reside
   Along Missouri’s flowing tide;
   Or on the gently rolling plains,
   By winding streams and shady lanes;
   Who westward came from childhood homes—
   From old familiar spires and domes,
   From hill and dale and greenwood wild,
   Where oft they sported when a child;
   From every tie that’s to them dear—
   From every state both far and near—
   From every nation on the earth
   Where has been told Nebraska’s worth,
   They came and left their native land
   And gave to friends the parting hand;
   With white sails bending to the breeze
   They bravely crossed the stormy seas,
   And quickly o’er the iron rail,
   And farther still by Indian trail,
   Until they gained this fertile shore
   And viewed its rolling prairies o’er,
   And by its rivers, lakes and streams
   Have realized their early dreams;
   And now have happy homes and friends
   In towns and cities, dales and glens;
   And round the fireside’s cheerful blaze
   Their children frolic in their plays.
   

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