Plowman's Song Comments

Turn, plow, the clods For new thunder. Turn under, plow, Turn under.

'Turn under, plow, My trouble; Turn under griefs And stubble.' what wonderful lines, loved them, so much wisdom stems from watching listening interacting with nature, when time accumulated in nature sows wisdom seeds

Beautiful poem. Don't know if the poet meant stumble instead of stubble on the last line of the 1st stanza.

Succinct, sincere... we all feel this way at times.