To Plow and Seed

A well-water pump cranks out its iron-water crooked wire remains -- once, sturdy chicken coops The brackish, muddy area over there, the cowshed some withered trees dot the hills, bereft now of their fruit A few young lads herd goats, or perhaps they are living skeletons? cows with ribs exposed, horses with manes as limp as rags ... Some day they'll come again, the strong, determined youth to bale the hay, to turn the rocks over, to plow and seed relentlessly ...