Cultivators

 

         We,

who work with earth and steel

and feel winter frozen in our hands

where fields are looms,

weave the patterns of crops;

damp loam flows like silk

through shuttling metal.

 

          And our hills,

with their wild uncurbable wills,

may be hard to till

but are easy to love,

steep work weakens the tractor

but strengthens the heart.