This Much I Do*

Subject: This Much I Do* Sun Apr 26, 2015 6:24 am

The soil smells of promise
Low spots all dried up
Last year’s scruff calling for turnover
Team watches me adjust the discs
Shaking heads as trappings jangle
Anson will take the left this year
Old Caleb the right
Two young uns midst
And still learnin’ the trade
Much too eager yet
Competitive, even
I call the straight and narrow
Rooks above call the tune
For mid-afternoon outing
As clouds race merrily above
Knowing this wind is spring
And the blue not a disappointment
Right hand hurts
With the arthritis
Thankfully left still has the tug and touch
Anson gets the message
As if those reins were telegraph
And we’re off for first acreage
All the old metal squeaking with joy
Father used to talk to it
As I clung to his right
Feeling every rock through steel seat.
At the headland Caleb plants
His power as fulcrum
Ansen choreographs the sweep
Good sports all
And back we go
Fine pace setting in
As April gets ready to leave.
Late season with those snows
God is good.
This Much I Do* P4250864

* for the prize of the high calling (Philippians 3)