Harrowing times

FIELD WORK

In the straight-six diesel’s steady grumble
And the dark scents stirred
From the crumbled clay rippling round the harrow tines
Summer softly leaves the land.
There is work to do before winter:
The gulls that crowd the stubble
And the birds in the fruit-bright hedge
Know it; I would no longer stand and watch
But put my hand to the plough
Turn this tired soil under
And await a kinder season.

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3 thoughts on “Harrowing times

  1. Great to see you back blog-pal! 😀 Hope you and your family had a great time on holiday. I love the alliteration you use in this poem, and your imagery is excellent. Look forward to reading more 😀 xx

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