“Awake! arise! the hour is late! Angels are knocking at thy door! They are in haste and cannot wait! And once departed come no more. Awake! arise! the athlete’s arm Loses its strength by too much rest; The fallow land, the untilled farm Produces only weeds at best.” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I most often take an image and find a meaningful poem, passage, quotation to pass along that enhances the image’s appeal. The plow in the field, overgrown and neglected, brought to my mind the passage of time, the changes within a family, the death of a farmer, the loss of will, the economics of farming, the history of what was.
So, I researched “untilled fields” for a meaningful passage. What I found was a stark, historical reference to tyranny, pagan/religious conflicts, death, spirits and fairies and beliefs melded into farmers in Scotland and Ireland that left land untilled for reasons in conflict with the monarchy, the church, the prevailing beliefs. Well, that was all too grim for my original inspiration…which to me is grim enough…the loss of local farms and family history. Still, as I do almost everyday, I learned something new.