Marshal of the soil

412 Marshal of the Soil He stands four square between the sky and his land; between his land and her enemies: He marshals his panzers— the tractors; He trains his Commandos— the land girls and his cowmen and carters his hedgers and ditchers. He turns grassland to ploughland and ploughland to wheat; with wisdom of immemorial experience, he quickens the peaceful round of the seasons to the swift rotation of war. He humours the Old Country to give of her best, and she gives Abundance. His furrows reach from his dairy door to the horizon of peace, and already the leaning ears of his wheat are astir with rumours of Victory.