Toil. (A Villanelle)

Toil.

Look to heaven; water drop hits my hand;

Stare straight up, now falls a seed in my eye.

I take it and plant it onto the land.

My feet clomp through, on clotted earth we stand,

We head for the field boundary, then sigh.

Look to heaven; water drop hits my hand.

Storm prowls across with an urgent demand,

Fear presents itself, as I stand firm by:

I take it and plant it onto the land.

Dark forces, more than we can understand,

Conjure up imagery from way up high:

Look to heaven; water drop hits my hand.

'Animal Farm', is not a fairyland!

The 'Spiders from Mars' are now, not a lie!

I take it and plant it onto the land.

Our grief sucked away, leaves nothing but sand,

Return to the soil, then on till we die,

Look to heaven; water drop hits my hand,

I take it and plant it onto the land.

©Chris Matthews. (A Villanelle) 03/04/2014

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