The Pilgrimage: Part 14 / Phillip Neal Tippin

Lay aside and listen.

Disheartening to be 
Distracted by joy.

I’m a
Farmer
For routine

I’m ashamed of
What my eyes see
To flee

You can hide a lot of ignorance 
In a poem, you know.

Without a melody
There is no postage.

In thanks
For space in time
To rest

On the field of work
Bless the hedg-ed edge 
And the shaded gate therein.

This is
A notional vocation
A volunteer notion
A notional voluntary
A notal construct
A constructional notary
Maybe.

These are the scenes
Worth dealing.

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