Sonnet 156

My needs are simple, and my wishes few;
Content within my earthly acred plot,
Green burgeoned fields to daily here purview –
Graineries full with all the life I sought.
Happiest yet to greet the morning sun
Or sing a song unto the rising moon;
Sweet joy to rest, when daily toil is done,
And then to sleep in peace with dreams festooned.
Dear mother earth, you gave to me your best
And I lived surely, coddled in your arms,
For tears of joy and sorrow watered but
The golden flowers of tomorrow’s loam.
To live, to give, to grow and then to die
I thank you nought, but with a heartfelt sigh.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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