You tourist composed upon that fence to watch the quaint farmer at his quaint task come closer, bring your camera here or fasten your telescopic lens if you're too indolent; all I ask is that when you go home you take a close-up among your color slides of vacationland, to show we pay the price for hay, this actual panic: no politic fear but tumbling wild waves down the windrows, tides of crickets, grasshoppers, meadow mice, and half-feathered sparrows, whipped by a bleeding snake. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by THOMAS GRAY A SEA STORY by EMILY HENRIETTA HICKEY DAFFODILS by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE SNOWBOUND by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE GLASSES AND THE BIBLE by ST. CLAIR ADAMS PAL OF MY HEART by JULIA A. BRAND |