Brat Farrar (bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar

a thing by me: To the Author

Dearest, you must remember:
Even fields grow tired.
If the mighty earth itself must rest,
How much more must you?
Season after season of corn
(on corn on corn on corn)
Will strip the most fertile soil of its strength,
Until nothing grows but thorns.
Though you would deny it,
You are the same.
Tags: poetry

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