The Chronicles Of Minor Men- Part 2 Poem by nathan martin

pitchforks heavily leaned upon,
puffy cumulus clouds drifting slowly
across the summer sky,
parted by a wheather vain of
a rooster crowing in the wind.

bundles of hay rolled up bask in the heat,
like giant golden cantelupes in a melon field.

beautiful children grow calist palms for iconographers
to chisel and paint.

orothodox prayers are offered up.
scythes are swung to reap simple parables.

along baltic dirt roads pebbles are scattered
by combersome rusty old farming trucks
with wooden rails.

seeds bounce off and fall through the cracks
sprouting small communal agrarian gardens.

hens are kept in small huts,
they lay richly decorated gold leaf eggs,

for priest to carry over the shoulder's
of the weary men at the eucharist.