Sonnet

Contest: Warrior Sonnet Sponsor: John Lawless September 15, 2020 Petrarchan sonnet: abbaabba cdcdcd Song of the Humble Scythe My fellow men at arms, today we fight! Courageous men of fields, that left the plough, our foes have come; you hear their drums, but now our storm will wet the soil with crimson might! Your kin are scared to die, but hope is bright! We are this wall of stone; you will not bow, to foreign hands, nor foreign lands, and now we raise the battle cry for what is right! Take up the plough — that tills the Fields of Fate! Take up the hoe — that weeds your earthly foe! Take up the fork — that throws their bales of hate! Protect your seed — that needs your love to grow! The field is yours! The Field is yours! Now great, we war with tools our fathers made to sow.