Scenes from the Shield 

He fashioned a trench around the perimeter,
from blue enamel, then surrounding that
a country fence, wrought in pliant tin.
The vineyard was accessible by a path,
only one, for carrying the yield,
when autumn ripened the grapes for harvesting.
There teenage girls and boys, abuzz with fun,
were busily lugging the produce in wicker bins.
And there amidst the bustle, a little child
cradled a little harp that lightly chimed.
His fingers found a melting melody,
and to its sound he added tender song,
lamentation sad, yet beautiful.
All the crew of workers skipped along
in rhythm, dancing feet and chanting voice,
a long procession, one behind the next.

 [Iliad 18.564-572]