A farmer went out
to sow his seed
it fell here and there
as its nature decreed
some upon the path
a feast for the birds
some on rocky ground
where it was soon sunburned
some among cur thorns
which choke life and loot
yet some on good ground
where the seed could take root
that seed formed a crop
a harvest for years
So whoever has ears
Saleh – let them hear
Today’s Na/GloPoWriMo2017 prompt is in honour of today’s interviewee, Kay Ryan, who was the sixteenth poet laureate of the USA. Maureen challenges us to write a Kay-Ryan-esque poem: short, tight lines, rhymes interwoven throughout, maybe an animal or two, and if possible, a sharp little philosophical conclusion.
He told them, “The secret of the kingdom of God has been given to you.
But to those on the outside everything is said in parables so that,
“‘they may be ever seeing but never perceiving,
and ever hearing but never understanding;
otherwise they might turn and be forgiven!’”
– Mark 4:9-12
Faith Unlocked 
Parables are so poetic, and I’ve always loved the restful word Saleh
I like this a lot. It uses some really specific, vivid imagery and the rhyme flows very well!