The peace of the earth

An Old Disc in the Back Barnlot

An old disc gang in the back barnlot

While the earth remains,

Seedtime and harvest,

And cold and heat,

And summer and winter,

And day and night

Shall not cease.

All of my life I’ve been close to people who have tilled the soil.  My father, uncle and both grandfathers lived off of the harvests of their land.

Some people find profit in the earth.  Some find only burdens and toil.  I found a sense of amity and peace, as though the pebbles of granite and chert scouring my plow were God’s Urim and Thummim.

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