Treasure Island

Raymond Knister

(27 May 1899 – 29 Aug 1932 / Canada)

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Plowman's Song


Turn under, plow,
My trouble;
Turn under griefs
And stubble.

Turn mouse's nest,
Gnawing years;
Old roots up
For new love's tears.

Turn, plow, the clods
For new thunder.
Turn under, plow,
Turn under.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Edited: Friday, June 01, 2012

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