Keystone and "The Road Home"

I just finished Jim Harrison's "The Road Home," which in many ways is a love letter to Nebraska--specifically the Sand Hills. Some of my forefathers settled in Nebraska from Sweden, and their farm stayed in the family till my grandmother sold it some time in the 1990s. The story always went that my great-grandfather wanted nothing more to get off the farm, but was obliged to stay, and my grandfather wanted nothing more to get off the farm and succeeded. I could always immediately understand that impulse, and nothing nice about Nebraska ever made it into family conversation. But Harrison makes a strong case for the state, just as Willa Cather did a century before. With the Keystone Pipeline now coming through and grazing the edge of the Sandhills, perhaps Harrison's book (and "Dalva," which proceeds it) should be essential reading. Harrison himself doesn't sound

Unrelated, a poem:

The pine, shrouded in fog, alone in a quarter horse pasture

emitted a frantic transmission of binary tones

The kind old modems used to make

When they were connecting to the world over our long-distant phone line

So rapid it was static to the human ear.

Is this what Crow hears

When listening to 100 humans jabber on a street?