The chicory farmer - Luc Mathijs

The chicory farmer
Rooted in the bible of his village
with hands that determine his own fate
and words that barely translate him
-everything he achieves is on a roll
away- that's how the year covers him
With hard work, never tired of life:
first the germination of the seed in the early stages
spring plumage,
then 't care about the plant in hot summer hours
in wet autumn sometimes in the layer a
rheumatism bite with at his winter bed the
simmering fires...
But when the white gold is under
eyes rice
suddenly the ground becomes his organ praising his labor.

Marcel Pira

Blauwkruikje