These fields and creeks, these woods and hills and hummocked spots,
Where rabbits crouch among the briars, none of these
Recognize their owners or the claims they stake.
They sleep, unmoving and unmoved, long winter through, and wake
To bear the tractor and the plow, the rake
In sullen silence, but connive to bring
Forth into the sun and feed
The hornet, thistle, and the rattlesnake.
And hostile, heaps the fences, breaks them.
*John Lawson teaches Rhetoric and Creative Writing at Robert Morris University in Pittsburgh. His book, Generations, was published by the St. Andrews College Press in 2007, and his poems have appeared in a variety of print and online venues. His first published play, "Playing Through," recently appeared in the online journal Public Republic.