Pastoral
I gaze to the distant greyed
barn solid centuries passed
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to the blue blue grass alight with heated
summer sun
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to the snow geese aligned on
the silver pond
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all is still
all is quiet
∼
while the majestic golden wheels of hay
softly bow their glorious crowns
and welcome in the moon.
barn solid centuries passed
∼
to the blue blue grass alight with heated
summer sun
∼
to the snow geese aligned on
the silver pond
∼
all is still
all is quiet
∼
while the majestic golden wheels of hay
softly bow their glorious crowns
and welcome in the moon.
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Quite beautiful!
Thank you Scott
No katydids in this one??? lol
Love these lines – while the majestic golden wheels of hay/
softly bow their glorious crowns/and welcome in the moon.
Has the Wendell Berry peace vibe!
Wendell – wow! nice
Beautiful tribute to summer and its lustrous raiments!
I love the look and feel of the hay bales and you have done a marvelous job of capturing them.