Posted by Brad Osborne on December 29, 2021 · 19 Comments
Our minds are like the fallow field,
Overgrown when left on their own…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on June 10, 2021 · 14 Comments
Oh, fair stalks of ripened grain,
Flowing like the lion’s mane…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on December 21, 2020 · 11 Comments
Our minds are like the fallow field,
Overgrown when left on their own…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with dreams, earth, fallow, field, growth, inspiration, new, old, personal development, personal growth, poem, Poetry, stewardship, strict form poetry, tilling
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