An Idle Farmers Growth (With Picture)
This is my first drop of Prose Poetry.
And quite possibly, the first Prose Poetry piece on RB...
(If you dont know what prose poetry is, ask me and ill try to explain)
It was a slow season of planting seeds but the idle Farmer had gotten accustomed
to his barren fields. When it came time to re-sow his crops, doubts couldnt help but
reminisce on the debilitating winter storms, overbearing spring floods, relentless
summer heat and autumns perpetual decay. Regardless, the Farmer decided to
scatter seeds across the dirt and as he did sow, he cast desperate prayers to
accompany the seeds as they spread over the weathered field. As time went
on, the plants grew and produced. Mother Nature and Father Earth nurtured
their young accordingly, from a distance, but it was the Farmer who first saw
the sprouting of roots grab hold into his freshly overturned soil. From that point on,
he devoted every drop of time, every dew of hope and every light mist of
passion into the flourishing of his beloved. For he knew one day, elegant
blossoms would burst forth with their heavenly fragrance filling his soul, and
at that exact moment, his heart would bloom anew to become a thornless rose.
Soon after his revival, the Farmer noticed that even though he had tossed
the seeds randomly, they had formed perfect rows and spanned miles in
unending straight lines. Instantly he could tell, this was the harvest he had
been waiting for. The harvest of a life time that would sustain him and a
family for the rest of his gardening days.
If only God would send him a tractor...
to cultivate his life.
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* Bounce, I know I got more than 2 open, so just close the oldest ones. thanks.
