Who
is that there on yonder field
with
shielded pliant tarps
acreage
estate and garden grass
with
rolling hills and scarps
Those
meddling ones with skin not fair
whose
sweated brows doth hoe
and
ready seed for planting spot
beyond
the fallowed sough
Whose
homestead lawn the meadows be
a
nursery orchard field
of
fruited plains and blossom trails
the
waited crop to yield
The
pasture ranch arboretum world
be
farmstead freehold land
of
grange filled patch while tilling soil
demesne
beneath the sand
The
emmet trails and mounds labored
below
dense tarpaulin
their
claim to fame plantation range
enclosure
hill dwell in
And
all the while thus make their home
under
the harvest tract
where
none doth know nor understand
the
toil of their transact
While
anthropoids thus sow their germ
within
the fresh tilled ground
the
pismire creature works below
beneath
with fainted sound
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