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Scanian Rapefields

 by John Ubal 

In the Scanian Plains

where sheep sway and goats pray

where rapefields all at once golden dance

and mightless willows in rue lay

In the Scanian holms

scared amid runes and timbered homes

You mighty grew there

loved, laughed, and saw the snow gloam

In the Scanian Deep

the world looms near and blue

widens open as you bat peep

keen you weep and scheme to rid the heap

In the Scanian Plains

there you loved, laughed, and saw the snow gloam

thunders hammered down the cold feet

and wind and ghosts saw you go