The Reaper (of wool)

Hi Everyone,

I hope you are all going well, and are not sick like our household at the moment.

The other day I was reading a book about knitting, with a reference to a reaper of wool.  So I had a light bulb moment and wrote the following poem as a result.  Hoe you like it.

The Reaper (of wool)

The head is bowed,
staring at an oiled spot,
upon the slatted floor.

The head is bowed,
praying for relief,
from the metal teeth,
placed upon the slatted floor.

The head is bowed,
silence as its saving grace,
lies lifeless, frizzled, and bloodied,
upon the slatted floor.

So dear reader, do you have any favourite poems about farming life?  If so feel free to share in the comment.

Till we meet again, stay safe, and keep writing.

JR.