The Farmer

The Farmer

The farmer stands in the bare-earth field,
a solitary figure under the balmy, warm sunshine of spring.
The whipping winter winds have passed,
April’s warming has changed things.
His basket laden with seed, ready for scattering
on the hungry soil, as
gulls hover in the distance,
plunging down, looking for nature’s food.

Desolation in the Highlands,
the bleak field is brown and bare,
fallow up till now.
The farmer is strong from a life-time of toil on this land.
Evenly he scatters the seed.
He will wait now for rain and sun, and a rebirth of green.
The land, fallow up till now, is transformed by the season’s will.