Did you ever hear a barefooted, freckle-faced plowboy singing powerfully and quite out of tune, the stubble fields about him still glistening with the morning dew, and the meadow larks joining in from the fence-posts?
"The River and I"
John G. Neihardt
The plowboy arose from the grass.
"Dorian"
Nephi Anderson
Dick Cheeser was a plowboy: long brown furrows over haughty, magnificent downs seemed to stretch away into the future as far as his mind could see.
"Tales of War"
Lord Dunsany