I thought that you would like to see,
The unusual sights that surround me.
Today I drove by some cotton fields,
Look how fluffy these plants do yield.
But once these pillows are packed and picked,
They are formed into these huge, white bricks.
And, after the picking has completed,
The ground below looks quite depleted.
The cotton will be shipped to wherever, who knows?
To be woven into beautiful cloths and clothes.
- Author: PoetVids (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 14th, 2022 14:47
- Comment from author about the poem: I am always amazed during harvest season.
- Category: Nature
- Views: 17
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