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What a wonderful nostalgic country poem. I loved it, Adeline!

......a well composed write..............lovely and wonderful poem

The mind is a Palace! ! And the memories to visit such treasures as is your memory immortalized in this poem.

What a superb tribute. My father was raised on a farm using a team of horses to pull the rake, harow, plow and etc. He told me stories of the old ways of hard hand labor... and how he missed it. It was 20 years ago today that he passed-on, so it is perfect for me to read at this time; my memories smile, for that thank you sincerely. You write wonderfully.

So true to life write, I was brought up out in the country, I remember my dad using a scythe, also being told the dangers of it, I was always amazed at what it could achieve.

Beautiful..................................: O)

Great poem. I love the third line.

... hands like leather/that never knew the shade. Wonderful. The rhyming works very well in this poem Adeline. Thank you for introducing me to your work.

I love the imagery in this stanza: 'And the storms that rage a rocky coast Are music to the ears Of one who’s known their lonely cry All through his youthful years.

A pleasure to read, full of rhythms, and imagery, !

I love this poem, it's so lovely and well written. :) - Nick

AWESOME! This is really good nice flow and really nice rhythm. I had to sow it to a friend she said it's an even better compliment when you see that they're a good poet and complimenting you thanks

This is such beautiful verse. It gives a peaceful feeling too, like all's right with the world. Lovely piece, thank you.

Beautiful. I am sitting here listening to the beautiful music of Kate Wolf, her voice rings like the wonder and magic of long and wonderful memories, and so does this poem. I bailed hay the modern way (1970's!) , but still this poem brings back such great memories; thanks for writing it so well Adeline. May those yesterdays never leave us.

Great poem with a great method of writing.

Rhythm of scythe plume is very plume.I loved the phrase tumbled swathes of timothy.Very poignant write i must say and very scintillating.

I tried to comment on this before; guess it did'nt make it- such sweet memories of bygone days-I love your brevity with words-great write-a 10 Joe

I gave this one a ten! I too, as the other Linda said, could feel and smell the hay. I live on a small farm and have goats and chickens and bunnies. The goats eat hay and I love the smell of it cut fresh. I tried to eat some cause they make it look so yummy! Well, it isn't! LOL Too much fiber for me! LOL God Bless, and be blessed! Just another Linda

Ah, this is a wonderful pastoral scene you paint here, Adeline. Takes me back to a long ago time in my childhood. Pure nostalgia. Linda :)