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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