THE FORTUNES OF YOUR WHEEL
No earth did sire This fragile sprig of young Unblessed with raiment For your winter quarters Forgiving not The innocent there flung, The end of harvest come New wine in cellars old Not far from soil That gave our grapes new gold And our sun, new lovers Loyal, full betrothed. Young vines grown with love Do in their time Fight towards the sun We can keep away the weed The foreman’s heel But who can hold back Your closed hand The fortunes of your wheel. A 1 Joseph W.
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Tu Tangata, Issue 3, 1 November 1981, Page 32
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94THE FORTUNES OF YOUR WHEEL Tu Tangata, Issue 3, 1 November 1981, Page 32
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