Fallow Field


Our minds are like the fallow field

Overgrown when left on their own

The truth of ourselves unrevealed

In all the brambles time has grown


The lesser die, the greater thrive

In the potpourri of our minds

Weeds and flowers are both alive

One is just much easier to find


Farmers with plows each season

Turn under the rooted earth

New, rich soil is the very reason

The field has inherent worth


Change is how we find the good

With the coming of each new spring

If we plant the seeds we should

The yield can be inspiring


So, tend your field, steward well

Nothing grows when left untilled

Change is where new thoughts dwell

And fallow dreams left unfulfilled


19 Responses to “Fallow Field”
  1. beth says:

    great life advice, beautifully put

  2. In a most artistic manner, my brother, you have proffered valuable advice.

  3. You are so right! Now, could you give advice on how to make it easy to do?

  4. Jim Borden says:

    what a wonderfully inspirational poem. perfect for the new year!

  5. petespringerauthor says:

    I think this is the perfect approach. One of the things I try to pay attention to as I age is to treat my body well through exercise while also keeping my mind active, engaged, and learning.

  6. Not fair that weeds grow when untilled!

  7. Isha says:

    How meaningful! 🌻

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