Poem October 2, 1965 ISSUE

RESURRECTION

Margaret Hovenden Ogden

The field I reap,The harvest of attainment,The ripened yield that bends with the wind and reaches to the light,Is not the fruitage of a single season.

The land is cleared:The scrub growth cut and burned and cut and binned,The stubborn roots dug out persistently.

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