Hard Soil
The sun beats down Hard and
Heavy like baked clay bricks.
Burning Hot against his neck
Shoulders, and the breadth of his back, searing pain becomes numb over time of lengthy exposure.
Vibrant red Red like a beet from exposure, He is close to the earth, tilling her dry almost concrete soil. Chipping here, scraping there, preparing the cultivation of New life…
food and seed for generations to come and follow. So one day they too can learn the ways of their ancestors.
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The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 