Death awaits in a rusted field
No longer useful or needed
Rows and rows and rows and rows all churned
I trudge through the freshly plowed fields knowing there is much work left for these tired old bones to do
The tractor would rust and eventually decay, but she feared the memories never would
Not yet ready to be put out to pasture...bitter irony prevails
After Ma died, Pa couldn't bring himself to even work the fields; "What's the point?" he asked no one in particular
Silent and cold until the heartbeat of Spring
green shoots of life will be born anew in spring's splendor... THE CONTRIBUTORS:
Death awaits in a rusted field (Jim Wisneski, www.twitter.com/wisneski)
No longer useful or needed (Rebecca Besser)
Rows and rows and rows and rows all churned (Michelle Dennis Evans http://michelledevans.blogspot.com)
I trudge through the freshly plowed fields knowing there is much work left for these tired old bones to do (Linda Boulanger, www.LindaBoulanger.com)
The tractor would rust and eventually decay, but she feared the memories never would (Emily Matthew (http://twitter.com/ImaylimE)
Not yet ready to be put out to pasture...bitter irony prevails (Chris Janzen, http://absolutely--positive.blogspot.com/)
After Ma died, Pa couldn't bring himself to even work the fields; "What's the point?" he asked no one in particular (Michael J. Solender, http://notfromhereareyou.blogspot.com/)
Silent and cold until the heartbeat of Spring (Cari Main)
green shoots of life will be born anew in spring's splendor... (Maria Kelly, www.twitter.com/mkelly317)
1 comment:
This really came together well. Love that there are some new writers, here on Soft Whispers. :-)
Great job!
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