Friday, July 19, 2013

Repost - Tending the Crops

"A Hind's Daughter" - Sir James Guthrie.

Tending the crops.

The farmer tills his fields,
Puts fences round his lot,
Knowing that his future yields
Will rise up from this plot.

He tends to his land,
Improves it where it needs;
For the crop that he has planned,
He lovingly picks his seeds.

For the farmer wisely knows
That what he plants he reaps,
No use planting aloes
If he wants to harvest neeps.

Now there’s a magic vigour
To a farmer’s crop bestowed:
The harvest's always bigger
Than the cup of seeds he sowed.

So it is with life, my friends,
And our plots are far from scant.
Deal with what the season sends
And be careful what you plant.

Plant love and more of it ensues,
As a crop, it tops the scale.
But if it's the seed of hate you choose,
Best hope your harvests fail.

© J Cosmo Newbery 2013
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  1. A delightful poem dear J Cosmo and yes, more love should be planted and encouraged to grow. It is is amazing how much larger is the harvest than the tiny seeds that were sown.
    xoxoxo ♡

  2. As you sow, so shall you reap. Beautifully, succintly and elegantly expressed. Thank you.


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