The ploughing match is
Teeming with people
All anxious
To see
To feel
To experience the thrill
The newness
The vastness
The ingenuity
The fields are raw from the blades
The men are raw from the excitement
They smile silently to themselves
Secure in the knowledge that they know
They know the land
They know the plough
They know the clay
They know they know
The clay gives up it’s security
The clods, separating and unfolding
Welcoming the light of day
Like buds bursting forth
The clay exudes a newness
Welcoming
The land gives off a smell
Sweetness
Like music to the ear
The aromas are fresh
New
Enticing
The farmers are exuberant with joy
They know the clay
The feel
The texture
The consistency
Ever giving
Ever willing
The tilling brings peace.