I’m turning the sod
in the garden plot,
overgrown these past
few months
from lack of care;
I’m turning the sod
one spadeful at a time,
knowing the harvest
is some hours of labour
away yet.
FRUITS OF HIS LABOUR
Published inTwitter Poems
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
I’m turning the sod
in the garden plot,
overgrown these past
few months
from lack of care;
I’m turning the sod
one spadeful at a time,
knowing the harvest
is some hours of labour
away yet.