In the dominion of pillars of faith Her nest toppled by the march winds She set out through the forest On a cloudy day The dower sky whining over tea, the weakened Country side rolling over onto his side to watch for Coming night.
Sick with fever now the cottages glowed from within, And all the plump women fanned the fires and cooked The soups and warmed the water for the baths of small Children.
This one bathes with a sail boat. That one uses kitchen spoons and bottles. Meanwhile The grass shivers The cars in the driveway Pull restlessly at horizontal lines Thrown carelessly across The yard.