Remember the malleable wind and th...

Remember the malleable wind and the distant voices Riding the moist air of Spring through the whole extent of the harrowed fields In March, and the horses, three of them, gambolling. The first chiff-chaffs titter-tottered in the thornbush, timidly Anticipating the April day-star and the first dried bents, The advent of insects. flat in the cool late-Winter evening Above the frigid cabbage patch the gnats would swarm Finding a warm pouch or column of rising air. It was there we would heel in the fresh young plants Holing the damp soil with a obtuse dibber. Thick cakes of mire Like parathas clung to our premiums and we killed each