Illinois Meets Chicago: A Wall Mural Masquerade - Canvas

Maiden of the Prairie

In the shimmering grass, my song is seen As I am bathed in autumn's gleam My roots are deep, my reach far wide Like the prairie grasses, I abide

City soils have set their claim On the sacred grounds of our home My hope remains, a steadfast flame That I never shall forever roam

Blessings to the marching throng On their way to construct the mob Flood this city with a chorus strong Cities must not drown out my song!

AI Lillian D. Wald