The Seeds That We Plant... Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

So, now, that you have sewn your new harvest seeds,
and in its earnest, you have established due respect,
understanding that a job is not a good job 'til done
regardless of the blood-sweat that soaked your brow.

A many fires are sparked within our lives everyday,
brush fires, that separately... are all containable;
yet, it's the mindset of allowing small fires to grow,
in absence of diligence and a measure of common sense
that creates its escalation.... from smoke to inferno

And, so, you planted your seeds in earnest, however,
you knew the November rains were scant this season, ;
yet nothing stirred your sense to respond with resolve,
and the situation you have now from this sore neglect
has left your harvest crisped...in winded ash, beneath-
the tangled feet of a tattered, plaid-shirt scarecrow.



FjR-MMXV