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[ After Veteran in a New Field (1865) by Winslow Homer ] He longed for a new beginning A time to put down his arms. He longed for another start A time to lay his uniform aside. He longed for a chance to turn away A time to pick up his life again. With jacket and canteen On the ground behind him He wields the scythe to cut The fresh wheat ripened Under the late summer sun. |
