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Landscape With Barn You still see them In the rural South, Leaning against the wind Like old Pisa's tower, Caught in the kudzu creep; The gray-wilt headstones of an agrarian past. Reclaimed now by earth, Home to the field mouse, Barn swallow and raccoon, Their rotted roofs still Cry the broken names of Clabber Girl, Garrett's Snuff, And old abandoned lives. —Joseph Harris Pastoral Some afternoons, the light was just right, and the little arched window in the attic looked like a fine lady's fan done in Grandma Moses landscape. In its neatly sectioned world black and white cows gose on a green hillside, aby ducks, like dandelions on wheels, follow Mother to the reed-fringed pond; tall, mauve Queen-in-meadow nod regally with the passing breeze. Those afternoons, life was everlasting. -Jane Hieronymus Hail 5 ...

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