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Pacing weathered field I pause to ponder

many curated rows stretching over yonder

across time and place dutifully furrowed

with curiosity piqued I deem to wonder

Nearest remain a mystery; which will germinate?

fortunate few that if tended may soon resonate

bequeathed life emergent from reasonable action

if tenderly nurtured will long captivate

These older parcels have endured more seasons

diligent pruning mandated to avoid toxic lesions

that bitter the fruit and poison the soil

Resilient crop the endeavour, balanced cohesions 

Despite the wear, toil and strain

irrelevant the losses, failings and pain

my humble lot has given much gain

And after reflection - nought in vain.