You tourist composed upon that fence to watch the quaint farmer at his quaint task come closer, bring your camera here or fasten your telescopic lens if you're too indolent; all I ask is that when you go home you take a close-up among your color slides of vacationland, to show we pay the price for hay, this actual panic: no politic fear but tumbling wild waves down the windrows, tides of crickets, grasshoppers, meadow mice, and half-feathered sparrows, whipped by a bleeding snake. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CALLING DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GOOD-BYE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AND THE GREATEST OF THESE IS WAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON RICHARD BOOTH TO HIS SON JUNIUS BRUTUS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PICKING AND CHOOSING by MARIANNE MOORE |