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a song for cattle
calling pine, enchanting twig and brook
and beetle's battle
waking old man eighter
when his cobweb tangles rattle
Hear it now
a prayer for wheat
with praise for earth and rain and grain
and winter's slow defeat
calling for the seedlings:
Lap the sun, collect the heat!
Join me now
in praise of dew
parading drops of sunrise silver sweat
to greet the day so new
chilling little tripping feet
that morning hunt pursue
Wake up now
and turn the ploughs
turn your voices up in praise
for every falcon, lynx and mouse
in the morning golden meadows
where we built our humble house
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 37,000 poems.
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This should have gotten more air play, and I'm gonna fix that riiight now!! It's clever and witty- I liked it! Thanks!
and pastoral imagery. A beautiful dawn here. Well done.
jim : )