Next Year About the Same Time

Four snowy trees, spreading over woods
White mossy fingers formerly
Turning the night into some other life now
make a curious line
Farm houses shout and machinery whines
Out for a stroll with the girl in a hard hat
with a plaster leg
Resting behind the community shed
Catching his breath and scratching his ankle
's bell rings at nine 'o five
School children move just like bees in a hive
their eyes and biting their wings
bell rings at three o' five
School children flee just like bees in a hive
Riding the bus and cools under the sidewalk
Four snowy trees, spreading over woods
Dark mossy fingers formerly
their eyes and opening their wings