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Neil Richard Sewell
Nov. 8, 1924 – June 26, 2013

He has gone now.

The toil of row

The dance of row  

He sacrificed long ago

“There’s no living farming,” he said,

Sitting on the tractor,  then half my sixty years.

From plant to plant he went – rolling aluminum

 Working no longer by the measure of the Sun but by artificial shifts

Plans made by machines for machines

He once coaxed plants from seed

Decades upon decades he coaxed

Metal from machine.

He made a living for his family without

Complaint – in the lair of belching dragon noise,

Molten napalm

The roar took his hearing

But he saved the farm 

JWS  –  December 2013