Description
Wet from the cold March rain, the white paint glistens fresh. It is almost as if the barn has been swept by a snowstorm of Elmer's Glue. In contrast to the radiant purity of this barn, the soil of the farm is a tiring alternation of milky gray and soggy brown. Tattered stubs of once-green corn cling to the ground in haggard remnants of narrow rows. Like the littered aftermath of Gettysburg, this land is hallowed--Mother Earth. The farmer sees himself as the victor. He has tamed the cycle with civilized plastic machinery.
Recommended Citation
Sullivan, Bob
(1974)
"Battle,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 42
:
Iss.
1
, Article 11.
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https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol42/iss1/11
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