The Prairie by Rudyard Kipling — Read

'I see the grass shake in the sun for leagues on either hand, / I see a river loop and run about a treeless land -- / An empty plain, a steely pond, a distance diamond-clear, / And low blue naked hills beyond. And what is that to fear?'

'Go softly by that river-side or, when you would depart, / You'll find its every winding tied and knotted round your heart. / Be wary as the seasons pass, or you may ne'er outrun / The wind that sets that yellowed grass a-shiver 'neath the Sun.'