Of the saurians of inland seas;

I have seen the bat-like Pterodactyl
With his bird-bill full of teeth,

And I’ve seen his winged fingers

With which he hung to the trees beneath.

But to me far more mysterious
Than all this paleontologic array,
Is the imprint of a human foot,
Preserved in granite slab of grey.
Who was he? Perhaps some cave-man,
Who gazed far out at sea,
And felt there a silent yearning
For God and Eternity.

—1923

The Coyote of The Plains

I have heard them on the hillocks,
"Mid the tall prairie grass;

I have heard them weirdly howling
To the breezes as they pass;

And for weird, uncanny yelping
The Coyote of the Plains

Can make more hideous noises

Than all of his kindred strains.

I have seen them on the prairies,
Chasing jack rabbits by relays;

I have seen them slyly slipping
Upon their feathered preys;

But for downright cunning thieving,
The Coyote of the Plains