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."
RJT
American Gothic - Grant Wood
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