Row after row,
turning, plowing, and planting
growing, cutting and harvesting
opening the land
of milk and honey
We tire of battling
the elements dressed
in thin simple clothes
but we store our tears
until darkness falls
The dinner bell rings
calling us home
in level tones
grateful for freedom
we speak Latin no more
Without intending this became a double prompt for Sunday's Whirligig and Flash 55 Plus at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. I used the words with the picture for inspiration while finishing with 55 words exactly. I forgot the touch of Zen but some reach that moment working with the land.
