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.