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Swidden
last night’s rain
missed my lips
I have the weather
in a bag now
stranger than feet in the dirt
this thin hoe
Gedichten over het onderwerp: hoe
Gedichten over het onderwerp “hoe” op Poets.by.
A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, ‘What is it?’
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.