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Snow plow
Our neighbor plows
down-hollow and back,
his wife riding shotgun.
The old plow truck hasn’t left
the mountain in years,
bound to its one road.
In each yard,
it raises white ramparts
from the fallen enemy.
Poems on the topic: plow
Poems on the topic “plow” on Poets.by.
Plowmen
A plow, they say, to plow the snow.
They cannot mean to plant it, though--
Unless in bitterness to mock
At having cultivated rock.
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