Tall-grass bends low under the rain,
And cornstalks lean in a thin clump.
The children are wandering monsters,
Kevin is Bigfoot, at the stair-landing.
But, after a while they wandered over,
To the living-room window, wondering
When it would be over with, I told them
To get their raincoats and boots and they,
Could play, ‘Go Fetch Me an Apple,’ until
2 o’clock. Outside, Matt, the youngest,
Turned back with a sardonic smile, and
I smiled back, triumphantly; he left the porch.
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