The Vineyard – Poem by Deethah ‘Koningskind’ Brazier


The harvest is ready

The crops are ripened, ready to be gathered

A large open field

Filled with seeds once planted

Now ready to be reaped


The labour of the reaper is slow

Or have not yet even started

The grass is overgrown

Thorns and nettles cover the vineyard

The fruits, the vines, the ripened grapes


A dry field yearning for attention

Lack of tending too, lack of care

The great stone wall once built

Now broken down


Broken down by slothfulness, idleness, tiredness

A little sleep, a little slumber

Oh what a waste

Acres upon acres of waste

Of good fruits ready for harvest


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