The Field’s Desire

My hardpan must be broken up
Its tilling time I need a plough
The harrow will just scratch my top
Deep furrows are what I need now
My soil it needs a different tilth
It needs a farmhand strong and deft
And with his share turn over earth
By entering the coulter’s cleft

NaPoWriMo day 17

Incorporate ten words from a specialised dictionary. I chose ploughing.

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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