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
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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.
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.