~ Sowing and Reaping ~

~ Sowing and Reaping ~

The state of our economy
here in “the melting pot”
the “good ole USA”
has drained the joy of gardening somewhat –
once a spring pleasure of planting
now nearing a nesscessity as prices soar:

Hoe in hand
I’m reminded of our ancestors
the men, women and children laboring
toiling beneath a sultry sun
by the sweat of their brow
clearing the land to plant in virgin soil
praying for survivals harvest
and a mild winter;
sowing and reaping
reaping and sowing

I can hear the clanging of the harness
strapped across a beast of burden
see reigns blistering necks and shoulders
hands calloused by the force of weathered wood
and the plow-head tearing green blades
unearthing dirt where destinies lie

Rising before the sweltering sun scales the sky
families gathering to break bread and pray
thankful for a new day dawning
ignoring the aches and pains, near exhaustion
knowing their just a bad harvest away from death
and winter is respecter of no-one
but bares down hard, cold, relentless

Plowing, planting, praying
plowing, planting, praying
hands, sowing and reaping
hands, reaping and sowing
in a seasonal circle of survival,
of faith, endurance, fortitude

Hoe in hand
I work the land
reminded of our ancestors;
bless the ground they walked on
now lie beneath.

O’Prunty
4/3/14