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Farm Boy After Summer
(August 12, 1901 - July 13, 1987 / Pennsylvania / United States)

Farm Boy After Summer

Poem By Robert Francis

A seated statue of himself he seems.
A bronze slowness becomes him. Patently
The page he contemplates he doesn't see.

The lesson, the long lesson, has been summer.
His mind holds summer, as his skin holds sun.
For once the homework, all of it, was done.

What were the crops, where were the fiery fields
Where for so many days so many hours
The sun assaulted him with glittering showers.

Expect a certain absence in his presence.
Expect all winter long a summer scholar,
For scarcely all its snows can cool that color.

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I find this poet somewhat oblivious. His attempts are miserably unimaginative.
In general I find this poet somewhat oblivious. I truly find it is without imagination.
A seated statue of himself he seems. excellent penned
I'm gayer than this guy.
Another cool (maybe I should say, hot?) poem offered to us today. As a former student stuck in a classroom and as a teacher observing daydreaming students, who cannot relate to this well-wrought picture? -GK