Landscape With Figure

In there telear ditch a scrumble lies
And back and forth he tumbles tillerwise

Till the spring, when the scrumble
Tumbles up the telear into the scrowlock
And takes the foul felear wind on his back

And there the sorry scrumble lies
And back and forth he tumbles tillerwise.

by Patrick Foltz

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