ONTO MT. PAVIA
The mountain pass over the ramp-laden hill,
where the colliers or the tomato farmers
each drew their fill, was nothing but a
few rutted lanes. The iron on the wheels
had cut the soil deep - every so often needing
maintenance - so that a large iron bar,
drawn by four horses, would drag over
the path. Flattening ridges, filling in the ruts,
The locals would say 'it was good for a while,
either three or four moons and three or four miles' -
their way of talking nonsense about something
which couldn't be fixed no-how.
-
'No matter how you turn it, it's all the same -
we're given this land for a little while,
and use it to get what we earn. Some call it
plunder, some call it toil - in the end we're
all given right back to that soil.'
The mountain pass over the ramp-laden hill,
where the colliers or the tomato farmers
each drew their fill, was nothing but a
few rutted lanes. The iron on the wheels
had cut the soil deep - every so often needing
maintenance - so that a large iron bar,
drawn by four horses, would drag over
the path. Flattening ridges, filling in the ruts,
The locals would say 'it was good for a while,
either three or four moons and three or four miles' -
their way of talking nonsense about something
which couldn't be fixed no-how.
-
'No matter how you turn it, it's all the same -
we're given this land for a little while,
and use it to get what we earn. Some call it
plunder, some call it toil - in the end we're
all given right back to that soil.'
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