Sunday, August 7, 2011

Sunday Morning Drive - A Farmer's Life


The dawn, it may bleed, the lands secrets to keep
with thick farmland fog lulling senses to sleep


But far light fringes to a golden sheen
touching the earth like soft kisses keen


There I will pause along stricken fence
where dew drops gather on grasses dense


This land is no longer barren and rough
because I am made of much stronger stuff


My march to survive against flood and thorn
my soldiers simply sentient corn



Without welfare or theft, I harbor my field,
and provide for us all, with abundant yield


Strength of work and grace of heaven
I grow the grain for your bread to leaven


I'll never be rich, tending crop, barn and foal
the land just called to this hardy soul

- Brigid