My Captain, O, Captain

Our season has barely begun;
The fields have weathered every storm, the seeds we sought are sown;
The plants are near, the emails I hear, the people are exulting,
While follow eyes the steady wheel, the tractor grim and daring:

But, O plants! plants! plants!
O the sprouting of the seeds,
Where on the tractor my Captain lies,
Alive, healing and weeds.

My Captain, O Captain! get off and smell the earth;
Bend down--for you the family is flung--for you it is a new birth;
For you bouquets and dirty sinks--for you the kitchens come a calling:
For you they want, the steady in their presence, the emails keep on coming.

Here Captain! dea(r)l landlord!
This rent check is still coming:
Can't you give me some more time?
I've gotten some bad seeds.

My Captain does not answer, and therein lies his power;
His father could not, would not, and by default he cowered;
His mother is anchored safe and sound, her voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, her grandson dear, comes in with all it won;

Exult, O the fields, and fine, Celebrate!
The normal and Divine.
For well we are all here,
Not just good but fine.