I Saw the Plow
By late November, the harvest had ended, the crops were gathered,
and the weather was changing because a new season was coming
The farming machinery and the field equipment were silenced
And the sounds now heard were raindrops and snowflakes
The ice cycles had formed on the edges of rooftops and tree branches
We would take and break some cycles, and others we would suck
The sun came up most mornings, and the cycles fell to the earth, And we would watch the water flow slowly down the hillside
The country roads were traveled still
Most work was finished for Henry and Bill Because the grounds were hardened in the fields
After a while, a new and warmer season would appear
As the long-awaited and blessed spring drew near
Soon it would be time to employ the big plow and toil
To break up the hard and sometimes frozen soil
No need to worry, because there was a big plow
As a little boy, I saw big men on big tractors pulling big plows I saw that great big plow break apart many a cold and hardened field
O dear ones, who weep on cold and darken nights
Tucked away out of sight, and hidden from the light
O ye and we, who through wintery winds toss and toil
No need to worry because the big plow of God's power
Is coming in your spring season, to break through the hard soil
7:15 am 03/15/2012cjPoSoup
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