to catch the sun's first scarlet ray
and while awaiting day to grow
heard psalm in voice of dove and crow.
I drove my stakes in frozen clay
to fix the sun with solar stay
and watched as morning brightness grew
till spring's first rays a shadow threw.
Out in my field of last year's hay
where summer boys and calves will play
I measured lines and angles straight
and now for spring's first sunset wait.
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