Verse—Old & New
The Span in the Rain—Rhodesia The wind has trampled the clouds to rain; In a drill dark smear it is sifting and crossing To where in the span the oxen strain With the harrows behind and their curled horns tossing. The white rain settles across their hacks Like silver; the wet yokes are polished and gleaming. The silver is stamped to rust in the tracks Where the oxen pull with their dark flanks streaming . The drivers shout as tbey curse and stumble— Their long whips lash out.'hissing and stinging. The harrows turn and the great clods crumble; The splashed clay sticks were the wet elav's clinffintf. The kopjes before them, the gums behind Ihcin, The road beside them shall be again; But now, with the leaping gray to blind them, The oxen are harrowing under the Raymond H.osken, in "Poetry."
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Poverty Bay Herald, Volume LXIII, Issue 19070, 18 July 1936, Page 10
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150Verse—Old & New Poverty Bay Herald, Volume LXIII, Issue 19070, 18 July 1936, Page 10
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