I sink my plow in the bare brown earth With the guide-rope 'round my hand. The rich loam ripples behind the share Like a dark wave on a strand. My sweating horse strains straight ahead While the trace-chain frets his side; And sightless slugs of the under dark From the shining plowshare slide. A gray mouse runs from its trampled nest, A lark sings in the sky; While sun and wind in the furrow meet And there like lovers lie. A man, a horse, and a plow are we, Far from the grinding din; Opening the womb of Mother Earth That the seed may enter in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIDDLING WOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET COSMOPOLITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |