For to be a Farmer by W. HomerA jeweled carriage arrives at last;
a customary deal ensues.
Two actors compose this unlikely cast,
come forth with pointed views.
“Grubby nails and soiled clothes
plague those who toil by hand.
Thank God I’m not one of those
who inconceivably chose
to work this filthy, vile land.”
“These tired, muddy boots
shall never grace her marble floor.
For a plant with shallow roots
is content producing rotten fruits
and likely nothing more.”
a customary deal ensues.
Two actors compose this unlikely cast,
come forth with pointed views.
“Grubby nails and soiled clothes
plague those who toil by hand.
Thank God I’m not one of those
who inconceivably chose
to work this filthy, vile land.”
“These tired, muddy boots
shall never grace her marble floor.
For a plant with shallow roots
is content producing rotten fruits
and likely nothing more.”
6 comments:
Oh, this begs for more... nicely scripted, originally written, as unlikeable as the characters sound, I'd like to hear some more.
Me, too! Maybe use the poem as a prelude with the story to follow.
Me three! This is great!
A great story and I enjoy filling in the blanks with my own creativity.
Thanks for all your comments. Pehaps the characters are due an elaboration. I'll see what I can do.
I agree, good poem. I almost thought you got it off of a classic poem.
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