- The Tumbleweed -
Where do they come from,
The Tumbleweed?
Where do they go to,
The Tumbleweed?
Who knows whence is their life so free,
Born on the prairies' shadowless sea?
Who knows of the parents they boast,
This tossing, fringed, homeless host?
Who knows where they bury their dead
When the winds', high requiem is said?
Vagrants alway,
The Tumbleweed!
Where do they come from,
The Tumbleweed?
Where do they go to,
The Tumbleweed?
Ask of the breezes that sigh and fall;
Ask of the winds that shriek and call;
Ask of the changing lights that pass
Over the wheat, the corn, the grass;
Ask of the rose-gray mists that creep
Like mother-watch o'er the prairies' sleep,
Vagrants alway,
The Tumbleweed!
Where do they come from,
The Tumbleweed?
Where do they go to,
The Tumbleweed?
Suddenly at your feet they lie,
Laughing, tumbling, go rolling by;
Over the blue-bound prairies leap,
No faith, no love, no tryst they keep;
Free and wild is the will they boast,
This tossing, fringed, homeless host,
Vagrants alway,
The Tumbleweed!
--- Hannah Rea Woodman.
Little known fact: "Tumble Weed" like sea anemones, sea cucumbers and sea lilies, aren't plants at all. Think of Tumble Weed as a land roaming version of starfish or sea urchins.
Problem is you can't hear them cry out when run over by your car. Please try to swerve when seeing these creatures migrating across the prairie! Their numbers are dwindling due to development and road construction.
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@cacciaviteastella14: Sleepy Town Manufacture: Latatoo (Lackluster remix) - found via SoundHound App :-)
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