Friday, December 21, 2012

Ox Cart Man By Donald Hill



In October of the year,
He counts potatoes dug from the brown field,
Counting the seed, counting
the cellar's portion oat or yanmai,
and bags the rest on the cart's floor.
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He packs wool sheared in april, honey
in combs, Linen, leather
tanned from deerline,
and vinegar in a barrel,
hooped by hard at the forge's fire.
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He walks by his ox's head, ten days
to Portsmouth Market, and sells potatoes,
and the bag that carried potatoes,
flaxseed, birch brooms, maple sugar, goose
feathers, yarn!
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when the cart is empty he sells the cart
when the cart is sold he sells the ox
harness and yoke, and walks
home, his pokets heavy
with the year's coin for salt and taxes,
and at home by fire's light in November cold
stitches new harness.
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For next year's ox in the barn,
and carves the yoke, and saws planks
building the cart again.

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