Aug 2017
my love lined in a windrow
swept aside for harvest,
lays still and full of bounty
use your hands in my collection
be gentle with my yield
my crop of seasoned fields
i am at your will
a subject of your disposal
eat and be full; waste not.
for my life and love remains your meal.
swept aside for harvest,
lays still and full of bounty
use your hands in my collection
be gentle with my yield
my crop of seasoned fields
i am at your will
a subject of your disposal
eat and be full; waste not.
for my life and love remains your meal.
i learned a word today, windrow. it is hay cut and laid aside and in a row to dry before being collected. i imagine it can be applied to any crop that is processed in this manner. windrow.
(somewhere in jersey)
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