The Sower, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Vincent van Gogh, The Sower (1888)

The Sower

Working before the rising sun
With pain in my sandpaper hands
Knowing there is much to be done.

Working before the rising sun
Many tasks unable to shun
For the weather gives its commands

Working before the rising sun
With pain in my sandpaper hands

Published by

bobsieczkiewicz

Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

Leave a Reply