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RANCH NIGHT, WINTER, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: He rises from his chair, unkinks his back
Last Line: Drifts into slumber, glad the sheets are warm.
Subject(s): Ranch Life


He rises from his chair, unkinks his back --
Much harder work to sit and read than plow:
The weekly paper read, and almanac --
Goes to the window, peering out, marks how
For flakes he scarce can see beyond the pane;
Computes their benefit to harvest yields --
Commensurate with snowfall, stands of grain --
Envisions gold in place of silver fields.
Returning to the hearth, he banks the fire;
Yawns hugely, dumps the white cat in the shed;
The kitchen clock strikes ten: time to retire.
An hour ago his wife had gone to bed.
He lays his lean length by her buxom form,
Drifts into slumber, glad the sheets are warm.





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