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Turning back the furrows of time
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BY DICK ANGLESTEIN
Powerful, straining teams Some sit stoically by as
did prance, chucks by burrows,
Beneath a bright, warm Recalling fond memories of
September sun, yore,
Stoop-shouldered plowmen Younger frolic through the
take their stance, furrows,
For both, begins a day of' Gazing bug-eyed at the back
work and fun. breaking chore.
Dust-coated clod-hopper and
straw hat,
Brown-baked arms extend
from rolled-up shirts,
Stopping occasionally to just
chew the fat,
Trying to forget the coining
morrow’s hurts.
Tho, it was just a day of
pretend,
'On the parched Schaef
fersiown field,
Back through time many did
wend.
To see how animals and men
once did wield.