UPDATE ON ELDER AGLE

Davis has taken quite an interest in German and poetry. He spends some time almost each day in study of this and other things. I was blown away by the depth of this poem. It  is so enjoyable to read a poem like this aloud. I always appreciate the work and thought that goes into finding the right words in rhyme that work. It’s not easy to do. I loved the story line. Couldn’t wait to see what happened and then reread it again - - and again, a couple more times.  Enjoy!

Ms. Sol’s Field

A Poem by Elder Davis McKay Agle

In a village far, far away

An old forgotten field did lay

So ugly all the children say:

“Upon that field the Sun won’t Go

and no matter what you sow,

We all know it cannot grow!”

And so it was until one day

Ms. Sol rolled into town to say

“I will make this field bloom someday”

Now all the people roundabout

Began to laugh, to point and shout

“It can’t be done, there is no doubt!”

But Ms. Sol still went to the field

Despite protests she would not yield

And in the field she humbly kneeled

Said a Prayer then rose right away

And then, right there without delay

She went to work on that dim day

For many weeks Ms. Sol did toil

All the day long to heal the soil

To her promise she was loyal

Though she worked both day and night

Though she labored with all her might

But how could it bloom without Sunlight?

And though Ms. Sol was very stout

For a time even she did doubt

As nothing green had yet to sprout

In despair she looked to the sky

And with a few tears in her eye

She said, “No matter, I still must try.”

Through scorn and failure she endured

Her solemn prayer at last was heard

From its ancient rest the Sun stirred!

The next day in the field of doom

The Sun banished the misty gloom

At last the field began to bloom

The people were amazed to see

A Field as green as green could be

But her words mean much more to me

“It seems people are often lead

To believe people’s growth is dead

But faith and work can mend,” she said

So do your best until the end

To do the work it takes to mend

The barren fields round every bend.