Cricket. Forest. Old Farm Road. August 20, 2015.

From Wendell Berry’s ‘The Clearing’ (my underline)

2.

Vision must have severity at its edge:

            against neglect,
bushes grown over the pastures,
vines riding down
the fences, the cistern broken;

against the false vision
of farm dismembered,
sold in pieces on the condition
of the buyer’s ignorance,
a disorderly town
of “houses in the country”
inhabited by strangers;

against indifference, the tracks
of the bulldozer running
to gullies;

            against weariness,
the dread of too much to do,
the wish to make desire
easy, the thought of rest.