I adore the seasonal harvest
To our eyes it makes a feast
The sun rays make the golden corn
A delightful and beautiful morn
The corn bends with the grain
In a soft flowing rain
And looks like a beautiful woman with a gold ring
My heart and soul does naturally sing
After the harvest women carry the mounds on their head
Like the angels in heaven beautifully and gracefully tread
When the corn is thrashed to the floors
It looks like a heap of golden pearls
What a joy to be a farmer!
And to behold nature’s graceful corner!
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Author:
JVL NARASIMHA RAO (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Fantasy
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Comments1
I love the picture with it, which reading it, seems so perfectly fitting, excepting the lady in the lead left off to wear it on her head. Sweet and lovely/loving tribute to the blessing and labour of harvest! Is it harvest right now where you are? (I have a couple harvest poems, but they are set in October, so I've a long while if I wait 'til then to post.) I enjoyed this fantasy...does it signify something deeper since it is a fantasy?
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