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Sep 2017
as the mountain towers over
the shrivelled earth
and the remnants of yesteryears,
who knew that underneath grass, the clover

lies in wait; bidding time for when
the ploughboy wends across the field,
overturns the soil
and shackles the ground

it was a struggle under the starless skies
a wrestle with the shadows of the mountain
and little could he grasp and amount in,
but still he tries

again and
againΒ Β 

the mountain sees and sings
for the ploughboy's labour to not be
in vain

for the clover to break ground and
for them to sprout as one
in the rain.
Written by
Mildred Sim
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