So sublime is the
patchwork quilt, of soft lying land,
Sewn in threads of
grape & grain, all by human hand,
Cloth of silk, satin
& velvet, spun by God´s given seed,
With loose cotton
frayings, touched by errant weeds.
Fields separated,
by beads of hedge & dew-kissed stone,
All coloured in rainbow´s
hues, yet so very gently sewn,
Blanketed by passing
clouds & all kissed by falling rain,
While sun´s voice
serenades, the wooing growth of grain.
The squawking scarecrow
guards the quilt of sustenance,
Beneath the
lantern moon, in his dark & menacing stance,
Whist the Goddesses
stitching fingers, never ever stops,
Bestowing upon her
fruitful land, rich & harvested crops.
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