Grant Wood - "American Gothic" - 1930
Decently darkly dressed
With his Sunday go to meetin' coat over weekday workin' pants
Got the land in his blood and dirt in his nails
But his boots are clean
Clean as his conscience in this Bible bound land
Clean as the tools that he holds in his hand
Not old but he looks it
Time's plough marks his face like his plough marks the land
And the honest sun tans his skin like hide
But his eyes are bright
And they look on the world through steel rims and glass
They look on the world and watch the years pass
And the years pass
And his still beautiful, dutiful, stand by him for life, wife
Who lives in the here and the now and the real
Occasionally looks away
And she can't help but wonder what might have been
'cause she never saw this in her little girl dream