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The Ploughman

“The day is long the day is hot 
Heat radiates the air will this ever stop
Sweat blurs my vision my mouth is dry 
I look for salvation but not a cloud in the sky

I plough from sunrise to sunset but rarely will I rest 
Ploughing the dusty fields so life can grow 
So at summers end may I reap what I sow

Now through the dust a figure appears 
Coming toward me till quite clear
A girl stands before me bare feet in tilled earth
She looks up at me and smiles and then I see 
Ladle and bucket grasps in her hands salvation for me

Dismounting my iron horse I'm now on bended knee
Lifting the ladle I take long sips cold cool water passes my lips   
At last the drought of my body is finally eclipsed

Water in hands I soothe the cracks in my face and burning neck
Then with humble gratitude I give the ladle back

Smiling she turns without a word and heads back whence she came
Disappearing to my astonishment in the unforeseen rain”

Jon J.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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