The black sky tingles with a million white stars; Blue burns Serius red burns Mars. Venus in the east hangs bigger than a moon, and the green-laced horizon says dawn will be soon.
And the farmer wakes up, and the farmer boy rouses, and the lights go on in the little white houses
Early fires smoke is lighter than the sky; in a hundred skillets bacon goes to fry. In a hundred coffee pots coffee bubbles up, and a hundred farmers wives drink their first blessed cup
And the cows grow restless , and the farm boys yawn, and in big red barns all the morning lights go on
The warm milk rings in the bottom of the pails; the warm milk foams and the cows switch their tails. The school children shiver and stretch their little legs, and run to the henhouse to pick the morning eggs
The chimney smoke is pink in the light of the dawn; the sky is like a roman sash, the morning star is gone. The sun stands up with a laugh, with a shout, and in all the little houses the lights go out.
I find that how you discover a work of art as I consider this poem to be, is in itself a story worth telling.
About 10 years ago, while perusing the contents of a house that was slated to go on the market, I found a thick old book of poetry. The owners were selling off the contents prior to listing the house. I bought the book, I think it was about 2-3 dollars. When I got home I looked through it and found a piece of paper cut out of a magazine with this poem on it. Someone had used it as a place marker. Judging by the subject matter and writing style suggests to me it was written by someone familiar with life on a farm many many years ago.
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About 10 years ago, while perusing the contents of a house that was slated to go on the market, I found a thick old book of poetry. The owners were selling off the contents prior to listing the house. I bought the book, I think it was about 2-3 dollars. When I got home I looked through it and found a piece of paper cut out of a magazine with this poem on it. Someone had used it as a place marker. Judging by the subject matter and writing style suggests to me it was written by someone familiar with life on a farm many many years ago.