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 year Cow in the pasture Sometimes deer A farmhouse built of wood. A forest built on bones. The high field, hawks The low field, crows Wren in the brambles Frogs in the creek Hot in summer Cold in snow The woods fade and pass. The farm goes on. The farm quits and fails The woods creep down Stocks fall you can’t sell corn Big frost and tree-mice starve Who wins who cares? The woods have time. The farmer has heirs.