This Land

Freshly ploughed field.
We know the deal.

Time to make it.
Right.

Dont put up a fight.
Submit.

To the passing
of time.

To the storm
that will come.

Upon the morrow.


Straight and narrow.

Lies the path.
Ahead.

The mud will cling
to our boots.

Listen to
the chatter.

Of the hedge sparrow.
Work the harrow.

Over this land.
As we planned.