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POEM by MARY FERRELL DICKINSON

First Line: MY FATHER COULD NOT MAKE A POEM
Last Line: HE MADE A POEM IN LIVING GREEN.
Subject(s): FARM LIFE; FATHERS; POETRY & POETS; AGRICULTURE; FARMERS;
My father could not make a poem,
But setting his course by yonder pine
Straight and true he plowed a line
Across the field. My father could not
Juggle words -- but with the sheen
Of cotton leafing in the sun
He made a poem in living green.



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