The Planting
The Planting
Seeds of sorrow lay scattered along our path
so oft intertwined with Nature's wrath
Yet till the fields of dreams we simply must
for soon, so very soon we turn to dust
Green is the color of majestic newborn fields
as man enjoys rich fruits of earth's harvested yields
The sweat and pain given is the simple cost
thus we survive so ALL humanity is not lost
Life requires our own ground be rightly prepared
ignorance is a calamity so many are ensnared
We eat the dust long before we bake the bread
we seek ease oft greater sorrows we get instead
We plant our own seeds to dream, to reap anew
yet we all pay, life is not free, tis so very true!
Robert Lindley, 10-01- 2014
note: Inspired by this morn's reading of Debbie Guzzi's
super fine poem , a great sonnet -- The Sowing
I give thanks for this inspiration and the joy in reading
both her sonnets this great morn. Certainly brought me
out of a slump and crazy haze these last few days..
Amazing how sometimes another poet can blow one away and change
another's entire attitude.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014
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