Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PLOUGHING UP THE PASTURE, by MARGARET STANLEY-WRENCH


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PLOUGHING UP THE PASTURE, by                    
First Line: Now up the pasture's slope the ploughed land laps
Last Line: And corn like a fresh sea across the wold.
Subject(s): Plowing & Plowmen


Now up the pasture's slope the ploughed land laps
In folds that fall and crumble from the share,
Rooks dip to the warm earth, hot leather creaks,
The sweat of labouring flesh steams in the air,
The flanks of beasts are smooth with sun and toil,
The cropped turves that are worn with years of grazing
Turn inwards to the steel, and over the long
Acres of grassland stretch the ribs of soil.
No longer when in summer the clotted shadows
Fall from the crest of trees, will they stretch over
The lazy turf, but will shadow a new world
Of yellow acres, fret and stir of meadows,
Green barley, freckled silver by the wind.
And corn like a fresh sea across the wold.





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