Jan 6

By Cal Evans

We are all simply farmers,
sowing seeds of love.
Some sow their seed frantically,
scattering seeds about,
hoping in vain, love will grow,
forlorn when it won’t.

Our love, carefully planted,
two farmers, one goal.
Together, working Pokies as one,
Preparing our field.
Sowing, tending, harvesting,
A labor of love.

Watching the sunset of life,
our labor not in vain,
the harvest has been gathered.
I understand now,
I wanted not the harvest,
but you by my side.