End of Work.

End of Work.

I look towards the heavens and a water droplet hits my hand;
Stare straight up, now falls a seed in my eye.
I take it and plant it on the land.

My feet clomp through, on clotted earth we stand,
Reach the field boundary then sigh.
I look towards the heavens and a water droplet hits my hand.

Storm prowls across with an urgent demand,
Fear presents itself to me, stand idly by:
I take it and plant it on the land.

Dark forces, more than we understand,
Conjure up imagery from on high:
I look towards the heavens and a water droplet hits my hand.

'Animal Farm', is not fairyland!
The 'Spiders from Mars' are not a lie!
I take it and plant it on the land.

With our moisture sucked away, leaving nothing but sand,
We toil on till we die,
I look towards the heavens and a water droplet hits my hand,
I take it and plant it on the land.

Chris Matthews. (A Villanelle) 03/04/2014