North Dakota

 

No ocean led me to an ocean

Unless it was

A golden sea of wheat

In undulating billows

Horizon-wide,

Stroked by the wind's wild hand.

 

At the far saucer-rim

Of prairie lands sky-touched,

learned to love

The far away and distant;

There - caught glimpses

Of Immensity unsatisfied.

By Ruthe T. Spinnanger

Source:  Hannaford Area History North Dakota Centennial 1889 - 1989 Page 152