From “The Windy City”

Winds of the Windy City, come out of the prairie, 
    all the way from Medicine Hat. 
Come-out of the inland sea-blue water, come where they 
    nickname a city for you. 

Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands, 
    come off the whisper of the silk hangers, 
    the lap of the flat spear leaves. 

Blue-water wind in summer, come off the blue miles 
    of lake, carry your inland sea-blue fingers, 
    carry us cool, carry your blue to our homes. 

White spring winds, come off the bag-wool clouds, 
    come off the running melted snow, come white 
    as the arms of snow-born children. 

Gray fighting winter winds, come along on the tearing 
    blizzard tails, the snouts of the hungry 
    hunting storms, come fighting gray in winter. 

Winds of the Windy City, 
Winds of corn and sea blue, 
Spring wind white and fighting winter gray, 
Come home here—they nickname a city for you. 

The wind of the lake shore waits and wanders. 
The heave of the shore wind hunches the sand piles. 
The winkers of the morning stars count out cities
And forget the numbers.