Thoughts while working
Where are the pliers and the spade and the post auger that the fence made? Where are the axe and the saw and the tree where the woodsman is that I want to see? Where was the grass, and when the cow and root of the tree that built the plow? Whose was the wish, the hope, the need that made the fact of it succeed? When was the cold that brought the sun and the drought that caused the stream to run? And what, by chance or a kind of quirk was the leisure time that discovered work?