PLOUGHING

Ploughing through the winter’s cold
I remember better days
When ploughing was preparation
Not the slog of winter

I remember better days
The promise of fruition
Not the slog of winter
A harvest field of gold

The promise of fruition
Hard ploughing a delight
A harvest of pure gold
Drew me ever on

Hard ploughing a delight
New seeds soon to be sown
Drew me ever on
To taste the fullness of future time

New seeds to be sown
Indwelling them was life
To taste the future time
I worked hard at the plough

Indwelling them was life
My heart felt new life too
I worked hard at the plough
My work was not in vain

My heart felt new life too
A fluttering within
My work was not in vain
Ploughing through winter’s cold