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To Serve


*Illustration credit: peasantartcraft.com


Garlands green of gardens may

Bring nourishment in their decay

So that in spring our Mother Earth

She once again, when sown, shall burst

Runners wild, leaves reach for sky

Spread ‘cross the ground and rise waist-high

This cycle must, no doubt, endure

The only way we can ensure

The land stays primed beneath our feet

Refreshed, the harvest chain’s complete

There must be rest before more reaping

In hibernation lies safe-keeping

Sigh not for stalk that once did flourish

Fulfilled its aim and served its purpose

My hope, I am in service too

Then honoured life shall be my due…


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