In the essence of earth dust, a wild seed hides,
A resource, ancient, where nature‘s stay abides.
Amends to the land, where wild greenery thrives,
In the heart of Earth, like soul, the seed contrives.
In an origin of quiet, in the green’s song,
Three things in harmony, light, water, earth, belong.
Held by the creator, in verdant leaves entwined,
In the vines’ embrace,
our earth spirits find nature kind.
Voices in the air, a gardener in New England,
a painter of life and death, a stranger’s cue.
Ploughman at the plough, levels nature’s reeds.
On hillsides, farmers sow their seeds.
Ploughman, plougher, the fields they till,
In humanities labour, nature falls ill.
Homecoming whispers in the evening’s breeze.
The flock returns, under the shepherd’s expertise.
Shepherd boy, shepherd, lets the herd eat the roots,
and the wild seed, destroying young shoots.
Lacking amends, cursed is the land they keep,
In the farm cycle, nature does weep.
Table of Contents constraint poetry project. In this constraint, a poetry anthology originally published in 1925 was used. In each chapter section, titles were organized by theme and used to create a new poem.
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