A Bountiful Harvest
written by: James Gabriel
@James_Gabriel1
walk the rows
of the field
snap an ear of
corn as the day
dawns
pray to the dust
pray to the hard
earth which yields
no crop this season
go to the church
gripping the back of
the pews old and
hard knuckles
white
pray to the bank
pray to the man behind
the desk
eyes hidden behind
wire-rimmed glasses
weathered hands clasped
as you kneel and pray
for a bountiful
harvest
Born and raised in Los Angeles, California. James Gabriel is new to poetry. Inspired by the small moments in life that add up to who we are as people.
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