Vicki Joy Anderson Poetry

My Hand Is To the Plough

My Hand Is To the Plough

MY HAND IS TO THE PLOUGH Vicki Joy Anderson     My hand is to the plough      no turning back. Though I know not how to keep on going-- planting, tilling, reaping, sowing-- my hand is to the plough,      no turning back.   My face is set like flint    ...

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