Wednesday, 11 May 2016

A farmer and the crop - A conversation.



My Companion:


I crouch and touch the sand
Spread my love far and wide the land
As you wave and touch my fingers
A love in recompense that lingers

I gnarl, I hoot, I share, not a monologue
But, a palliative dialogue
Getting on in years slowly
Who better than you would I share my melancholy

I sow the seed,
Quench my need
We both, in a way, feed
Can we call it a good deed?

I am no longer in solitude
With you, I inclined my fortitude
How will I show my gratitude??
Measure my love in altitude.

I return home happy as Larry
Lie down reminiscing today’s story
Prosperity may vary

The reverence I receive, Thanks for the glory.

Thirst

They sowed the divine seed, For I was added to the next generation’s need As I bud to bloom with principles and creed, My first quench...