4.3.13

Today's prompt was to write a sea chantey (or shantey or shanty or chanty or whatever your preferred spelling is).  Well, that's outside my comfort zone, since 1) I live in a landlocked state and know nothing about the sea and 2) I usually stay away from repeated lines and sing-songy rhythms in my "normal stuff."  So--of course I tried it!  My color prompt was green today, and that makes me think of spring, so (since, as I said, I know nothing about nautical things except that I like to say ARRRRR like a pirate) I made a "land chantey" instead.  Here it be!

Planting Chantey

Out the ground they're shooting through!
Sprouting, coming up
Black dirt, let the green spikes through!
Sprouting, coming up

Twist them upward toward the sun!
Sprouting, coming up
Darkest season's nearly done!
Sprouting, coming up

Point the spade and split the dirt!
Sprouting, coming up
Place the seeds to root them sure!
Sprouting, coming up

Sea of grasses, wave with green!
Sprouting, coming up
Grow strong in the warming breeze!
Sprouting, coming up

Ho, the pitchfork!  turn the loam!
Sprouting, coming up
Hey, the plow!  In black dirt drive it home!
Sprouting, coming up

Planting’s done, now bring the wine!
Sprouting, coming up
Toast—the sun our work completes in time!
Spouting, coming up