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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4565 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention The Field Sam Martin I sit astride the old wood gate, The fallowed field lies before me. Sparse grey and dun the soil shows, Her belly, ready for planting. Furrows, deep, and ten rood long, Become playgrounds for the sparrows. Darting, shuffling, dust balls flying, Dust bath today, tomorrow, the harrows. I cast my eyes both far and wide, At this vast expanse of nature. Languishing barren, no sign of life, In three months, lush green pasture. When yesterday becomes today, And today becomes tomorrow. With steady horse and seeding cup, We'll sow green life to every furrow. And as I sit and wistfully dream Of the beauty that'll soon lay before me I picture the 'Happiness Train', full steam Pulling her tail through this field of green. |
