Wednesday, July 30, 2014

The farmer in me


These hot summer afternoons,
I spend with shovel, shears, and hoe,
sweating the morning’s words away,
hands and arms darker by the day.

That’s the farmer in me;
and why what I sow,
I also mean
to say.



4 comments:

Jan said...

What you sow
and what you say
is food for thought, dear William,
for me everyday~

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan, and may our rhyme a day keep the doctor away....

Jan said...

How ironic that you should say this, my friend...maybe this is what I was trying to do and now I have you doing it, too :)

William Michaelian said...

Sometimes it works, Jan, and other times the doctor likes rhyme so much that he still comes around. I read your blog note, and will be thinking about you....