Storm For Man

O massive spread of proud, dark cloud,
O thunder low and rumbling strong,
Majestic highest head unbowed,
With bright white lash your breaking song;
O motion mighty, sky’s great train,
O stop-less force that brings wet gain,
I stand, I watch, behold you come,
As drops on drops fall wave on wave,
While sighing acres suck your sum
To end this drought and farmlands save.

Now drenched with thousand songs of you
My spirit’s song sings ever sweet
As mud, once dust, swirls round my feet
And, standing in this field made new,
I vision tractors steering straight,
Each thoughtful row deep thoroughness
En-staffing man’s hard-working state,
Spring roused with spears of happiness.
O massive storm, work on and on,
And be for man a fresh new dawn!

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