From the marsh hay-fields, owned of sea and sky,
Come the wet scow-loads, drifting with the tide;
While fragmentary breezes curl and glide
Over the silver surface lazily.
With each dark burden builded broad and high,
The laden scows lean clumsy, side by side.
No ripples mark their passage; yet they ride
In to the creek’s soft landing red and dry.
The tide-deserted creek glows in the sun;
And the wet scows now stranded on the shore
Gape dark and empty, near a loaded cart
Drawn by two sturdy oxen, white and dun,
Which, as the evening reddens more and more,
Bend to the driver’s word, ready to start.
(John Frederic Herbin)
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