How Many Fields

How Many Fields

 

How many fields

Shall I plant

And leave to lie

Oh fallow so

As I stumble forth

In chase of dream

 

Aye these plantings

They feed they do

But nay as like

A crop so grown

To its full

 

How many fields

Shall I plant

And leave to lie

Before I die

And what kind of legacy

Shall then I have

 

Charles Petrie