On the long walk home thoughts stride long and crankily

The antelope are swaying
To the song of the buffalo groaning
Old buffalo moaning
As the heat beats down like a hammer

The lay of the land is like a frying pan
As the heat beats down like a hammer

Molecular excitement means nourishment
The orchestrations of biochemistry
Are eloquent
Still the heat beats down like a hammer

On the prairie floor the insеcts roar

The nights were cool
Thе nights were cruel
The days are hot
The days are hot on the long walk home