I walk the furrows
Straight and narrow,
Across the field
So newly ploughed,
I hear the distant
Cacks and caws,
Where crows have gathered
In a crowd.
I walk the furrows
Straight and narrow,
The earth is heavy
Tinged with clay,
With amber streaks
The water lies,
I slowly, surely
Make my way.
I walk the furrows
Straight and narrow,
Flecked with stones
And blades of straw,
I know that soon
The corn shall rise,
And summer sing
Its song once more.
Walking The Furrows
