Poem by Ronald David Myers
Theophilus the Planter
A seed from a crumpling brown paper bag,
Tenderly touched from my Father’s hand into mine.
Seed so lonesome in soil, ever in my heart.
I encouraged my seed, yet, walked away.
Struggling seed in the depth and darkness, worried sleep.
Repetitious words of weather began to unsettle,
Found in the garden again, I hungered.
Watchful for answers to troubling words of life.
At last, my plant and I.
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Ronald David Myers currently serves as a faculty member for the University of Maryland Extension, as the Area Extension Educator delivering agricultural programs for Anne Arundel and Prince George’s Counties. His Extension program responsibilities include all field crop and livestock agriculture, with a research emphasis on fruit and vegetable production and pesticide use and safety. Dave’s Ramble, stories of the Crops Master, are a featured column in “Ag News” on-line at: https://extension.umd.edu/anne-
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These poems were submitted for the 2020 WFD Poetry Competition