Author Hamlin Garland Somewhere, in deeps Of tangled, ripening wheat, A little prairie-chicken cries- Lost from its fellows, it pleads and weeps. Meanwhile, stained and mangled, With dust-filled eyes, The unreplying mother lies Limp and bloody at the sportsman's feet. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments