Seed time

Picture I There was a picture on the wall of Miss Green's first grade room It said ``The Sower'' on a little plaque stuck on the gold-colored frame It was of a man with a burlap sack slung across his shoulders - a bag full of seeds that he threw around with a sweep of his arm as he moved in great strides across the open ground He didn't walk or move in the picture on the wall But I saw him move and I saw the seeds fall in a sort of circular swirl like rain when the wind whips it across the road with a sweep like the twirl of a cowboy's rope Picture II I think of the picture now as I watch my father with the rake marking furrows in the dirt for my lettuce seeds to lie in They're flat and white and slithery in the paper bag beneath my fingers as I gather a handful and slide them off into their bed of soft brown earth I can see the picture of Papa and me framed and hanging on the wall Two figures now instead of one shaped against the sky I see the garden and the coming of dusk and the name on the little plaque on the frame ``The Sowers''

Share this story:

We want to hear, did we miss an angle we should have covered? Should we come back to this topic? Or just give us a rating for this story. We want to hear from you.

Loading...

Loading...

Loading...

Save for later

Save
Cancel

Saved ( of items)

This item has been saved to read later from any device.
Access saved items through your user name at the top of the page.

View Saved Items

OK

Failed to save

You reached the limit of 20 saved items.
Please visit following link to manage you saved items.

View Saved Items

OK

Failed to save

You have already saved this item.

View Saved Items

OK