Give It a Shot, by Omega Reynolds

In that sort of agriculture there used to be three wings,
and two were torn down, so rose could purchase anything she liked.
Red hose, rubber boots, and a real sword lay in her lap.
Snowball-indignant boys,
nodding at one another in an absurd sort of way;
the girls with timid awe.
On the high bank above the road there was a group of lads and lasses,
with stars and anchors in every direction.