Short Pastoral - Leonard Nathan
Three-days rain and, Right in the middle of town This small farmhouse. I could have Dressed, rushed out, come back In five minutes with a wild Armful of wet apples Or one warm egg For a love gift. Freud Was out in the barn Munching hay with Marx, And Darwin dozed in the loft. We were alone for miles With honest coffee And a few words. You said: I'd sure hate to live in town. I said: This farming— It won't pay. [From: Nathan, L. (1975) Returning Your Call . Princeton: Princeton University Press.]