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by Gary SnyderA hill, a farm,A forest, and a valley.Half a hill plowed, half woods.A forest valley and a valley field.Sun passes over;Two solstices a yearCow in the pastureSometimes deerA farmhouse built of wood.A forest built on bones.The high field, hawksThe low field, crowsWren in the bramblesFrogs in the creekHot in summerCold in snowThe woods fade and pass.The farm goes on.The farm quits and failsThe woods creep downStocks fall you can’t sell cornBig frost and tree-mice starveWho wins who cares?The woods have time.The farmer has heirs.