Farmer Of Wisdom - Yorktown Disciple

Farmer of Wisdom

Let me turn ethereal
sod over in my brain; plant
a new crop of thoughts
and wait for
rain,

Let me prudently care for
this crop as it grows;
fertilize heavily and weed
out ignorance between the
rows.

And when harvest comes,
let me pray for a good
yield; I hope I've not
grown prejudice or raised
a dogmatic shield,

Let many loads of
knowledge hasten to the
market zone, and share
with all peoples, the
wisdom I have grown.

Yorktown Disciple
1988

Poem Code 2J