Like Neptune relocated to the West,
a trident gripped within his rugged hand
(though not for catching fish you understand,
'cos pitching hay is what he does the best).
A pioneering heart beats in his breast ‒
his forefathers who toiled to tame the land
still dwell within his dreams ‒ as proud he stands,
a symbol of a nation that's been blessed.
The woman looks a little out of sorts ‒
perhaps not suited to this farming life ‒
and troubled by the future that she sees,
for one thing keeps on going through her thoughts:
"The whole wide world will think that I'm his wife
but he's at least as twice as old as me."
American Gothic - Grant Wood