I wrote a poem tonight. Any comments are welcome. God bless. -M:."The field that was lost"The sowers did not cast their seed,nor gatherers hone their blades.The waterers chose instead to sleepwithin the well's cool shade.The sowers bragged about their knowledgeof the seed they hoarded upwhile the gatherers sang and leaned on their sythesand drank from the waterers' cup.The workers played as the season passed;the wheat of the field was thin.What little sprang up was burned into ash,too fruitless for gathering in.The Master summoned the workers to trialto account for the famine they caused.None could speak except to confessneglect for the field that was lost.