The Sower And The Seed Poem by George Samuel

To the field to the field
While it rained sowing till there's yield
Unto toil and our seed
Giving all as the earth has need
In the rain where we plow the ground
Deep our seed down the mud
Still from our sight it is lost
To all cares of life till it bust
On the skies we shall hope
That the sun and rain and crops
Down on the earth our seed
Laid buried down indeed
Yes some sprank back unto the world
With two breakthrough hold
Than we watch through the days
From steps to steps then to hay
Back to the field when harvest is come
From long seasons down to our room
We fill our empties with the grain
Our barn and wait for the next years of rain