Row- marks cut into fresh plowed ground;
Proof of the dirt farmers endless will,
His visible expression of hope resounds
From many years of planting skill.

His faith on the wing again will soar;
The pain from labor is no longer felt
As fields are dressed in rainbows of color
Like patchwork squares on a homemade quilt.

The farmers hope through toil reveals
Gifts from the sun, rain, and insect wing,
Life springs abundant from the tended fields,
Supporting his ritual of hope once again.

Nature’s rhythm paints a blazing scene
That will turn the key to winter’s door.
A temporary end to the farmer’s dream,
God’s timeless promise fulfilled once more.