They trod from hill country, even Shiloh and Beit El,
along dirt trails and in seasonable apparel,
sleeves rolled up, limbs nimble,
impatient for tilth as they debouched into the plain.
They furrowed the land with steady hands,
each sulcus carefully plowed, seeding humus
with embryonic grasses and praying to the One
for generous rainclouds to hover overhead.
In the fullness of time abundance arrived;
man and woman alike reaped sheaves,
stooked into tumbrels and wains, then
conveyed their harvest to the querns and mills.
Meanwhile grape-growers cultivated vines
and sundered bunches bulging and heavy,
swiftly wagoned away toward winemakers
with relentless millstones to grind, crush, and press,
leaving behind the marc of skins and pips
as juice flowed into fictile jars of clay and earth.
Endued with telluric largess, Ephraimite farmers
summed their blessings and imputed munificence
everlasting to the deity of their forebears.
Brandon Marlon is a writer from Ottawa, Canada. He received his B.A. in Drama & English from the University of Toronto and his M.A. in English from the University of Victoria. His poetry was awarded the Harry Hoyt Lacey Prize in Poetry (Fall 2015), and his writing has been published in 190+ publications in 25 countries. www.brandonmarlon.com.