The memory flashes back To frontier struggles. Soon such images will slip Along the current of time. The entire house full of it. Desert to farmland, Sagebrush to fruit trees. They say, A transformation.
Nobody can transform it.
The day once more spent Competing with other men Digging potatoes. Harvest only beginning. And I with pains in my back. Grass fields are waving As far as the eye can reach. On the distant edge Of the vast plains stretching west, the Sun sets and evening falls.