The Field

Flanks twitch, gleam

under winter sun

horses – six a team,

trailing chain and line,

surge across the land;

the ploughshare

folds deep dark soil.

Ten thousand feet

trampled this earth;

the ploughman,

hat down and hands aloft,

brings up the scent of time

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