A riot of vigorous verdancy
in the fertile fields have grown
while the barn of plenty awaits
the fruit of the labors sown
A sea of soil’s sumptuousness
between the earth and sun has smiled
as the barn stands – a stoic sentinel
awaiting the harvest to be piled
Soon bleakness will banish the bales
and replace them with barren and brown
But faith’s face still can smile
as spring will again roll around!
I drive by this farm regularly and sometimes stop to take a picture… or two! The white dots on the field, in the second picture, are Trumpeter Swans. And, yes, another picture of the Comox Glacier – I just love looking at that chunk of ice!
Bales of Blessings ~ Wendy