Every clod has a bit
of earthy wisdom
you can see it in their sun bleached eyes
the weathered rows
they tend to fill
reveal how deep their duty lies
the gold they seek
will gild their grain
but cannot estimate their worth
they'll never covet
or condemn
another much more verdant berth.
Are You Reading Me?
2 comments:
I love the tongue in cheek of your opening lines........and the gilded grain. Well done!
Thanks Sherry!!
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