Parables of Earth – Part I

Before he plants, the Farmer tills his field.
This is one of many steps that must be
taken if he hopes for his land to yield
a good harvest. Imagine, though, that he

chose to delay the tilling and instead
lived each day for merriment. If pleasure
became his greatest aim: if meat and bread
were laid out for all his friends like treasure,

Then for a time laughter and song would fill
his house! But then when the leaves began to
turn colour, he would be faced with the chill
realization, “there’ll be no crop for you!”

Farmland that yields no crops will bring no mirth
Hard packed sun-baked dirt is of little worth


This is the first part of what will eventually become a fifteen part sonnet cycle on the theme of “earth”. Click on “The Elements – Sonnet Cycles” tab up above I’d you would like to see either of my completed cycles on water and fire.

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23 thoughts on “Parables of Earth – Part I

  1. Farmland that yields no crops will bring no mirth
    Hard packed sun-baked dirt is of little worth

    Many risks that a farmer faces. It is putting his stake against the vagaries of unpredictable elements. There is no way of determining the outcome to end open-ended either way. Floods or drought would result with the same consequences


    • I like that phrase: “sneaky rhyme”. I wrote this piece (and many of my sonnets) so that the rhymes are hardly noticed if read aloud. Thesis fir reading!

  2. Sadly, Bryan, as I was reading, I thought about the farmers, caught in the political games of President Trump and other global leaders, whose policies that are leaving fields unploughed. Only solution, is to remove Trump from his elected position.

  3. We need to rethink farming methods, or all the land, tilled or not, will be hard, sterile dirt. We see it here in the vineyards, the soil is dead from trying to pump too much out of it and putting nothing back.

  4. I am partial to sonnets, Bryan, and enjoyed this one immensely. Living in rural England, I am familiar with the farming seasons, and the tilling is poetic in itself – all those deep brown straight lines! I love the ending couplet.

  5. A good metaphor for life. So thankful for farmers as I enjoy the fruits (and vegetables) of their labour.
    Nice to see you, Bryan. So sorry for this ridiculously late response.

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