His snores
protect the sleeping hut
but the day’s
load
and the morrow’s
burden
weigh heavily over
the stooping mother as she
sweeps the hut
bolts the pen
tidies the hearth
buries the red charcoals
and finally seeks
her restless bed
His snores
welcome her to bed
four hours to sunrise
His snores rouse her from bed
six sharp
Arise
O, wife of the husband!
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