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Prairie Squall The barley is yellow, the corn is green The flowering grasses are newly mown To westward great masses of gray cloud mean That rain will be lashing and winds will moan. The banners of rain are upon us now As white as a blizzard but not as cold. Enriching the corn but robbing the mow A pattern of summer that's ages old