Sow the seeds a Tuesday Platform poem

So, sew, sow 

So let it be me 
Not sewing the cloth 
I will sow the seed 
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Winter comes, ground is fallowing 
Fields are baren, seeds are in wait 
Save some to plant, don't feed them all 

Sow seeds while the day is still cool 
Let them germinate days are damp 
Warm the days, cool the nights, they like 

Sow the seeds in Good Friday's light 
Germinate through happy Easter 
They too will rise again, due time 

So save some seed, winter is tough 
Do your planting when time is right 
You'll know when, wait 'til moon is full 
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Photo and Poem Copyright © 2006 and 2007 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

I linked this poem with Kerry O'Connor's  post, The Tuesday Encounter, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (open forum day)

Note: in 2006 this grainery was stating at us across our driveway for a week in Bettolli, Tuscany, Italy.  We had a one-bedroom flat in a much older, brick grainery converted to an apartment.