In Harper’s Parcel

In Harper’s parcel the gaslights glow
Burning vapours all cowboys know
It leaves young eyes old lungs to burn
One day I pray larks may return
Before storage tanks overflow.

We are Alive. We live with woe
On tractors, from sunrise, we hoe
We pray our fortune may swift turn
For fresh, clean air today we yearn
In Harper’s parcel.

Pitched for battle we jointly go
Defiant we fly like heavenly crow
Against the scourge our eyes shall burn
And though we age our kids shall learn
We must not rest, though roses grow
In Harper’s parcel.

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