VAGRANT VERSE
FARM BOY. This lad knows fields as well as anyone, The spear of young grass lifting by a rill, And arrowing bird above a sunny hill, Tells him unfailingly March has begun. This lad has eyes for furrows in the rain, And tinge of keen earth in the days of* Spring, When buds swell and wind begins to sing, Then he must whistle back to it agaiiu They who are born on farms they know the way Black trains spin through a valley at twilight, The sound of loose carts rattling home at night, Though nothing hold them still they want to stay Close to the earth they love and seldom go Beyond the wave mark left by the last snow. —Harold Vinal, in The Forum.
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Southland Times, Issue 19335, 29 August 1924, Page 4
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128VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 19335, 29 August 1924, Page 4
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