On Fertile Ground
On Fertile Ground
(A Settler’s Song of Thanks)
We settled here on fertile ground.
Trees filled the orchards all around,
and fields of crops would soon appear.
On fertile ground we settled here.
We bought some land – my love and I.
Amazed were we by spacious sky
from which rains fell; our crops were grand!
My love and I – we bought some land.
Fruits plump and sweet; gold-ripened corn;
our harvest truly was a horn
of plenty, with so much to eat:
gold-ripened corn; fruits plump and sweet.
With thanks much owed, we praised the Lord,
and I was proud of my adored
who by my side reaped what we sowed.
We praised the Lord with thanks much owed.
On fertile ground, long-settled here
with healthy children, it is clear
to this dear land we’re ever bound -
long-settled here on fertile ground.
Aug. 12, 2021 (this is a form called swap-quatrain)
For A Brian Strand Your Choice Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2021
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