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Boonti

Edward S. Sorenson

Over the ranges the boonti grows,
    Out where the land is dry,
Blooming in thickets or clumps and rows,
    Under a torrid sky.

There in season a silkworm spins
    Shrouds o’er the fine-leafed shrubs;
There at the rootlets the wandering gins
    Dig for the boonti grubs.

Through the broom as a west wind purrs,
    Gladly the black men say,
“Rain come up,” when the gossamers
    Loosen and sail away.

Hundreds of miles on the wind they ride,
    P’raps to a lone ravine,
Some from the Frome and the inlands wide,
    Down to the Riverine.

Soft and silky and milky white,
    Floating o’er range and plain,
Far-off nomads their trails invite
    Back to old camps again.

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