Meet Jefferson Rowland

Essays, Poems and Others Musings

We sometimes get separated from our true calling at birth and create quite a stir while wandering aimlessly. The essays shared here come from my journey, my poetry from brief moments of clarity and the rest is fiction (maybe). I don't feel I have found my true calling yet, but do appreciate that I'm free to pursue that search. Herein I share some of 'me' to date. I hope to stir in you some sense of connection.

The Field

This field has never, ever, had a better friend than me

Whose seeds I’ve sown and grass I’ve grown

And rocks, exposed, disposed

Feed me, mow me, weed me now

Watch me, feel me, breathe me, wow!

Green as emerald, high as corn

With winding paths of horses worn

What summer brings, and winter hides

Is life as precious as the tides

Of ever flowing birth and death

With God’s true work in every breath

It grows and reaches to the sun

And harbors creatures, every one

The earth it spins, each day and night

to bring its fate into the light

So tend your gardens day and night

You'll know somehow just what is right

And follow what your love doest say

and true enough, like making hay

you simply reach unto the sky

and all things good come by and by.