1 The tall red grass had never been cut there.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContext Highlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: IV 2 We sat down and made a nest in the long red grass.
3 If the red grass were full of rattlers, I was equal to them all.
4 Big white flakes were whirling over everything and disappearing in the red grass.
5 I wanted to walk straight on through the red grass and over the edge of the world, which could not be very far away.
6 I was at the Shimerdas' one afternoon when Lena came bounding through the red grass as fast as her white legs could carry her.
7 As far as we could see, the miles of copper-red grass were drenched in sunlight that was stronger and fiercer than at any other time of the day.
8 The old pasture land was now being broken up into wheatfields and cornfields, the red grass was disappearing, and the whole face of the country was changing.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContext Highlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: III 9 I could hardly wait to see what lay beyond that cornfield; but there was only red grass like ours, and nothing else, though from the high wagon-seat one could look off a long way.
10 I took a long walk north of the town, out into the pastures where the land was so rough that it had never been ploughed up, and the long red grass of early times still grew shaggy over the draws and hillocks.
11 The road from the north curved a little to the east just there, and the road from the west swung out a little to the south; so that the grave, with its tall red grass that was never mowed, was like a little island; and at twilight, under a new moon or the clear evening star, the dusty roads used to look like soft grey rivers flowing past it.
12 Years afterward, when the open-grazing days were over, and the red grass had been ploughed under and under until it had almost disappeared from the prairie; when all the fields were under fence, and the roads no longer ran about like wild things, but followed the surveyed section-lines, Mr. Shimerda's grave was still there, with a sagging wire fence around it, and an unpainted wooden cross.