Anonymous Sustenance
June 23, 2010 at 6:46 am (Wordexpanding)
The village folk shook their heads, for they named their region. How could I hedge of my part and live so shielded other than others? So gray cold rock replaces greenish bushels of grown fences.
Cold separated year pass by and sons of sons of grow, eat, sow and plow. Now a major with shiny shoes asks the village: “Now where such abundance does comes from, are our prayers answered”. Names follow, fences mended, hushed down are the buzzing of pesky insects.
Forward steps kin of kin with the pointing finger: “Provided thou art from fields we dare not name”
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The challenge is the following title: Pastoral Foraging Tricks
