Literature applies to all aspects of life

AFTERMATH
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"When the summer fields are mown,
When the birds are fledged and flown,
And the dry leaves strew the path;
With the falling of the snow,
With the cawing of the crow,
Once again we mow
And gather in the aftermath.

Not the sweet, new grass with flowers
In this harvesting of ours;
Not the upland clover bloom;
But the rowen mixed with weeds,
Tangled tufts from marsh and meads,
Where the poppy drops its seeds
In the silence and the gloom."

So, we have been studying this poem in Literary Criticism and they talk like it has a profound meaning, which i am sure it does. But in my modest opinion, i think that Longfellow had a summer job as a lawn mower and decided that poetry was a much easier, less tedious profession. This one is for dad, mom, and all the summer and winter employees of Great Western Lawn Care!