The sun shines brightly in the sky
The cows, munching cud, lazily lie
Flies hover near them, until they swish their tails
But their attempts to drive them off, on the whole, fails.
The dogs sit contentedly, growling now and then
Whenever they perceive a cat or a hen
The goats bleat slowly in their lazy old way
Watching the chicks run around the hay.
A few tramps stop by the gate, meaning to beg alms
They are alert for a chance to steal, about which they have no qualms
Loud barking startles them, where are the dogs
They turn around in fear, but only see some hogs.
Slowly the tramps move off, tired of a long wait
Cursing almost everyone, and above all their fate
Once more calmness settles in, its an ordinary farm day
Everybody feels contented, in this sultry day in May.
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Cursing themselves most of all! Oh well, who knows how they`ve been damaged in their lifetimes?
The poem was a nice, bucolic read. At least their was no farmer shouting "Get off my land!" in it!
i truly wonder if we will find such serenity anywhere these days - this is an ode to the olden days, and was written some years back..
I feel that the only true serenity can be found in our own hearts. I too, yearn for the ancient ways. I appreciate modern technology, but If I could go to Middle Earth right now, I would. So, I`m looking inside for that "golden dimension."!
yes, the serenity lies deep within us, and sometimes i too yearn for the 'good old days'
A nice write, calm and deep) My like
thanks, truly appreciate the feedback.. God bless you
many thanks, dear
The rural calm, vividly evoked through visual and auditory imagery, is briefly interrupted by tension before returning to peace. This pattern invites the reader to associate the farm scene with human life, which is likewise subject to intrusions in the form of threats, dangers, and conflicts. Although such disturbances may jeopardize peace and tranquility, they cannot ultimately destroy them, for true peace comes from within—from belonging to a settled community and accepting the rhythms of everyday existence.
The outsiders and intruders in the poem can be seen as symbols of the disruptive forces that enter our lives. Their discontent and dissatisfaction are the very forces that drive their intrusion. In contrast to the contentment of the farm's inhabitants, the tramps are restless, alienated, and resentful, highlighting the difference between inner fulfillment and perpetual dissatisfaction.
Such a wonderful indepth analysis of the poem - really appreciate your thoughtful and farsighted comments..True peace definitely comes from the inner self - if we are contented and do not allow outside elements to affect our wellbeing, then we are truly blessed
thank you for the wonderful feedback!!!
Thank you so much for your kind words. It was a pleasure reading your beautiful poem and sharing my thoughts on it.
the pleasure was actually mine to receive such a beautiful review..God bless you..
God bless you as well.
A lazy setting gives a nice appeal to this poem of farm life and its slower pace. It feels very much at home and far from the world buzz. Nicely composed in rhyme it moves slowly in its pace replicating the image. Well done
that is how it was in the good old days - now with mechanization taking over, tis seems to be a pipe dream, which it would be great to have...
Such days well remembered
yes- hard to find them spread over the world now...
Safina, this really made me smile. You capture the easy rhythm of farm life so well...animals resting, small disturbances coming and going, and the day carrying on regardless. What I enjoyed most is the sense of contentment that settles over the entire piece. It feels like a warm snapshot of an ordinary day made memorable through observation. Wonderful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
that is how it was in the good old days in farmhouses around the world - now I wonder if it can be brought back with industrialisation and mechanization taking over...but - yes - it's the ideal life I would like to experience...
Well, what a charming vista you've delightfully offered up in a trice. Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery, a haunting poignancy, and such a note of realism I nearly swoon in the indulgence. Thank you so very much for sharing.
thank you so much for the awesome feedback - made my day...I wish all of us get to experience this at least once, or once in a while - most relaxing...
This reads write up my alley .. or should I say its just my cuppa tea .. Neville
that's truly great - I hope all your days are filled with happiness, and a cuppa to top it off at the end of the day's work..
God bless...
The perfect simplicity of having a day at a farm, you brought back many memories of my life when I was young, I used to take the children I worked with to the farm, we have many wonderful farms in the UK 🌹
What was my imagination was your reality in fact, because I have only lived in cities all my life and longed for a bungalow or cottage in a hill station. So nice to Know you have been in such a place. 💐👍✌️
Herein Italy they are very different to those in the UK but yes your picture is perfect. 🌹
Superb imagery.
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