| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Sweetgrass Range | | By Edwin Ford Piper |
| | | COME sell your pony, cowboy— | |
| Sell your pony to me; | |
| Braided bridle and your puncher saddle, | |
| And spend your money free. | |
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| “If I should sell my pony, | 5 |
| And ride the range no more, | |
| Nail up my hat and my silver spurs | |
| Above my shanty door. | |
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| “And let my door stand open wide | |
| To the snow and the rain and sun; | 10 |
| And bury me under the green sweetgrass | |
| Where you hear the river run.” | |
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| As I came down the sweetgrass range | |
| And by the cabin door, | |
| I heard a singing in the early dusk | 15 |
| Along the river shore; | |
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| I heard a singing to the early stars, | |
| And the tune of a pony’s feet. | |
| The joy of the riding singer | |
| I never shall forget. | 20 | | | |
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