Weekend Writing Prompt #90 – Furrowed

Sammi gives us Furrowed in 40 words this week

Our furrowed fields beckon,
Gulls dive on the open soil,
Worms wriggle to safety
Exposed by the farmer’s toil.
Sun caresses the trenches
The seeds of hope are sown
In time we’ll feel the benefits
Of our produce, all homegrown.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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13 Responses to Weekend Writing Prompt #90 – Furrowed

  1. Sadje says:

    So earthy and true.

  2. We both went for the fields in our contributions! I enjoyed yours.

  3. Nothing quite like the satisfaction of growing your own food.

  4. Dale says:

    Lovely! And yes, when we grow our own, it just tastes so much better.

  5. Dewin Nefol says:

    Namaste Pensitivity101 🙂

    A wonderful poem – or perhaps a tired sigh, as if the grower paused leaning on their spade musing a line or two in quiet thought.

    Have a great week.

    Namaste 🙂


  6. Lovely poem. Homegrown always tastes better 🙂

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