Furrows - Sf
Furrows stretch to the horizon
A picture painted in straight lines
His plow the brush, the earth his palate-
Row on row it goes
He bleeds upon the soil and
his reward comes, but not without
sweat and strain.. But paint he will
and plow he will, and of his life
he does not complain...
He and the birds have an understanding...
They gather in his wake to feast on the
riches uncovered each day..
Old friends who come to eat and play.
A patchwork quilt that stretches as far
as the eye can see.,
spread on a brown landed sea
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2013
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