Country noises differed too.
No more the whine and grind
Of tractor, mower, dozer.
Old sounds heard,
So old as new to all but gramps
A kind of music, nature the composer.
The chink of axe and adze
And hammer making shelter.
The slap of hoofs in ploughing
The whistling swish of mowing
The click of spinning wheels
The gurgling stock aboil
The ring of steel on anvils
The hum of homemade smelter.
An ear to ground could almost hear
The new crop growing—
The grunt of root and tendril
Stretching through the soil.