Sunday, August 7, 2005
Man on Hawley Road
Oh! the Fallow Ground lay Weeping- as tears well-up to the surface of unbroken soil-- Drops fallen from heavy laden clouds. Weed and Thistle spread laughingly o'er the crusted field-- No Rows, nor poles. No String or twining vine. Crickets and Hoppers sing- Hee-Hee, Hee-Hee as the Crows Caw disgustedly- "Where is He?" Where is He?" There against the gate they wait, The Hoe, The Rake and Shovel. For He once took them earnestly, To work away his troubles. He lumbers in from labors past and nods...
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