Seed Time
Sixty-fourth times since I was conceived
Farmers around here both hoped and believed
There'd be a harvest – next year come to this –
Planted their seed with an internal bliss.Fuelled up the tractor, hitched up the rig,
Snapped on hydraulics, tightened each lid,
Revved up the motor, engaged the clutch,
Waved to their sweethearts – ‘Thanks very much’.Could be the last time, next year will tell;
Work’s to be done now, best do it well;
Once the seed’s planted, spring rains come down –
Hope and belief mix with toil in the ground.navigation