Today I felt like a farmer at harvest,
rejoicing in the worth of his deeds.
I surveyed my land.
I ploughed my soil.
I planted my seeds.
I loved my insects.
I controlled my weeds.
Sunrise today was like the love of a princess.
The warmth of the world left a blush on my skin.
I rode to my field,
a vista of shimmering greens.
I collected my plants,
and thought of my future adventures,
whose mouths they will feed.
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Author:
Brimelow (
Offline) - Published: March 11th, 2021 17:20
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Comments3
Lovely poem . I especially like these the third verse . I like your choice of words ...
Cheers! Just blurted this one out. I, er, had a good day :p
Good words, B.
beautifully worded,
such a buoyant write, makes me look out of my window anticipating Spring and simply, take a minute
to think
a rare and wonderful: gift
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