Fall work almost done . . . Plowing finished and now only The butchering still to do. All summer, from the distant house, I heard A slow grindstone, singing, Where someone was sharpening the knives. 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...TO A WATERFOWL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT LITTLE JERRY, THE MILLER by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE CHILD IN THE GARDEN by HENRY VAN DYKE ANCESTRESS by MARGUERITE JANVRIN ADAMS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 32. AL-KHABIR by EDWIN ARNOLD SATIRE: 5 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS |