Bevan Boggenpoel writes

Ground

The world place their hopes

On you precious ground.

In your heart,

Life can be found.

You hardly disappoint

Those who believe in you.

For so many dependants,

You’ve always remained true.

With your hands

You freely give

To all humans

The crops they receive.

Humans must cultivate

Your fertile sand.

With produce,

You fill their land.

You are a blessing

To all mankind.

Your worth

You cannot easily find.
 

 Des glaneuses (The Gleaners) -- Jean-François Millet