The Clock

The Clock
David J Walker

Remember when 
	The seed was planted 
And you thought then 
	It must have been 
A clock
	And it was

Remember seeing the 
Rays of the sun
Defying the clouds
	And whisps of wind and
The dirty grit of the ground
Conspire 
to capture the
Diffused fire 
of the sun
And turn it all into 
	Life

Remember the stims 
	And leaves appearing
As if a magic trick you
	Admired and long to learn the
Inspired incantations of a living thing
Growing higher 
	Stronger with
reproductive powers

Remember how it bore fruit 
And then 
	Gave it up with neither
Struggle nor recompense 

And then…you may remember
It was fall again
	And all the crops 
Were in
As the ground around the stims
Grew cold 


And then...it was 
Winter again
The farm and the farmer 
grew old together 
When every plant is plowed
Asunder 
And frost and snow 
make graves
of fallow furrows 

and remember
the promise of spring
when all things green  
appear again

in the same ground
	in the same rows
with a new farmer 
reciting the ancient prose
	learning his 
stock and trade of seasons

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