In The Fields

Hi ho hi ho
I know I know
It's been used before
But it's just the start
And won't play a goodly part
In the goodly rest
Of my goodly little verse

But it's off to the fields 
Not the mines
That them they had
And I am glad
That this is the case
Because the mines are deep and hot
Which I fear is not good for thought
Though the fields themselves
They know the heat as well
It's still a safer thing to farm
Than mine indeed
If only there was a care to read
What yes I write

Only what's a writer to do
But write regardless
When it's as natural 
As drawing breath
And a day without writing
Is not the kind of day
That I want to see

So I write on
And on and on
As I seek the sacred goal
Of a million word year
Which I can only try
And make come true
As what I do
The writing yes
Ain't bringing home
No bacon for me
And none of that turkey shiitte
It's the goodly pig
That I yes I dig

But metaphorically
Neither prose or poetry
Is doing that alas
Which is not to say
There won't be the day

That this won't be the case
So I have to face
The stupid truth
And sadly accept
That the way of things
Must return to the way
Of things before

Though I can try
And do like Patreon does
Or some like thing
Because in my chase
Both sacred and otherwise
I write each day
And that's but got to be
Worth a few good cents
Or dollars per month

I just need enough
To do this thing
As I do mine
And improbable as that still seems
I've gained a goodly following
On twitter itself

But what is enough
Not impossibly much
Even at two bucks each
Which I can reach
I think and hope
Yes even pray

And even a dollar
Each and every thirty
You can do the math
I only need a 

So what say you
This is a thing that I will do
But I'd rather not do it alone
And I've much to say
And I do it every blessed day
Which should be worth
Like something yes
By day or month 

Hi ho hi ho
I know I know
This was not my best

But if it was part of a test
I will say I passed
And if you disagree
You can tell it to me
And since I've yet to see 
Even a single comment
I feel I can say me this

And as ever
I can do much better
Because tomorrow's another day
And you can rest assured
I'll use my gift of word
To be here again
Because daily is how I do it
Aye daily indeed
And I am but worth a read

Charles Petrie

Date
08-01-19

Time

12:21-14:17=116

Word Count

485



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