Wheat and Weeds

WHEAT AND WEEDS

By Lauren Ross

There once was a young man

Who inherited farmland

555 acres wide open

For him and his family to plant hope in

With no wisdom in farming

The task seemed slightly alarming

But in October the soil beds were prepared with diligent speed 

As he planted wheat fields of quality seed

The seeds went into winter slumber

Not to be harvested till the summer

The spring arrived just on time

It is harvest time the farmer chimed

The farmer surveyed his land

But the weeds seemed out of hand

Starting to dig up the seed the farmer frantically thought I need a new plan

Until walking up the road he spotted an older man

My dear boy what are you doing to your seeds

I’m digging it up due to the weeds

The old man took off his hat and began to laugh with joy

My dear boy the weeds are only a ploy

The harvest was designed for you

Go home and let your mind begin anew

The farmer tossed and turned that night

Until waking to the suns bright light

As he looked outside

Fields of gold ran far and wide

Jumping for joy he wanted to thank the older man

So into town he ran

No one knew the older man

The farmer could not believe this grand plan

Never again was the farmer concerned with the weeds

Because he knew he was the one with the good quality seeds

©LAUREN ROSS DESIGN