Omaha
Red
barns and red heifers spot the green
grass
circles around Omaha—the farmers
haul
tanks of cream and wagon loads of cheese.
Shale
hogbacks across the river at Council
Bluffs—and
shanties hang by an eyelash to
the
hill slants back around Omaha.
A
span of steel ties up the kin of Iowa and
Nebraska
across the yellow, big-hoofed Missouri River.
Omaha,
the roughneck, feeds armies,
Eats
and swears from a dirty face.
Omaha
works to get the world a breakfast.
by
Carl Sandburg
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