Feel the rumble of the tractor toil
Pulling plow over silent ground
Lifting, mixing chocolate soil
Throwing subterranean world around
Sweeping swallows pick juicy grubs
Of blinded larvae lifted to the sun
Razor eyes not missing nubs or stubs
Or even pieces of deliciousness dun
Slicing dicing down the furrow goes
Then harrow smoothes and buries all
Icing a meal for ring billed gulls
To the delight of their shrieking call
Ready now the planter starts to seed
Soon to spread the golden grain
Over a hidden world be buried
Now resting in the earth again