Afterwards, when the team Was hitched up and waiting, with the boy on the seat, Holding the reins till Jake was ready to take them, Jake didn’t take them at once. The sun was up now, The spilt-milk-mist of first morning lay on the farm, Jake looked at it all with those same mildly-puzzled eyes, The red barn, the fat rich fields just done with the winter, Just beginning the work of another year. The boy would have to do the rest of the planting.