Geraldine Cousins is a member of the Kent and Sussex Poetry Society who lives in Hampshire. This poem was selected for Folio #73, published in 2019.
Near the Footpath Dividing Hamlyn's fields from Day's among a rank growth of cornstalks sweet clover and stubble one of the boys saw metal sticking out from the earth like a whale's fin. With their feet and sticks and stones they gradually unearthed a large mound of mud-caked mystery. A dead weight to carry home. Again in my mind, I saw the field as once it had been - packed with people. Go and stuff your plough you stingy old scoundrel someone shouted at me in my working clothes all darned and patched my hopper round my neck for a scrip with a bushel of rye inside All afternoon the two brothers sat on the grass in the sun their voices murmuring through open windows as they chiselled away at leaden clay to find at last a hundred-year-old iron ploughshare. The kingdom of heaven is like unto a treasure hid in a field.
Quotations from: Piers Plowman, William Langland.
Matthew chapter 13. v44