turn the wheel once more

Grind the meal, grind it fine
roll the stone and tread the wine
crush the olive strip the vine
catch the wheat between the tine

Bone and muscle cramp and creak
haul the harvest through the week
stroke it shear it brush it sleek
tense the knife against its cheek

Scythe the fields and pluck the furrow
chase the coney from his burrow
rotate the land from full to fallow
Boil the fat and store the tallow

turn turn the wheel once more
keep the boatman from the door
feed the mouth stuff the craw
till death hooks you on its claw.

Impressive again. I like your poetic voice.

Evokes and more…lot’s of sensory stimulation and good use of rhyme.

I don’t normally gravitate to rhyming poetry as far as my tastes go, but this is an excellent poem - rhyming or otherwise.

esplendida,
N.