tall
arching
man
hardened
by
kind
farming
kind eyes
hands
of kindred
soil
winded
by old land
winds
and now —
by flippant car
~
pioneer
against waste
for life
now wasted
industrialism’s
guilty comfort
interrupts
another
in late May
~
vale Rod May
kind
wind
eyes
man of the rows
of our nourishment
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