Saturday, January 13, 2018

My Village Home Comments

Rating: 5.0

Miles of paddy fields catch the eye,
shimmering golden in the heat of the midday sun.
Farmers in straw hats with buffalo in tow,
crisp fresh air I have missed for so long.
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Kwai Chee Low
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Cigeng Zhang 21 February 2018

As beautiful as usual. I've smelt the fresh rustic air in your poem...

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Manonton Dalan 14 January 2018

i feel like walking same field... awesome

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Kwai Chee Low 16 January 2018

Thank you. I have a soft spot for village life.

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Dr Antony Theodore 13 January 2018

Each day the rooster heralds the morning, its throaty crow shattering the tranquil peace. Yesterday's rain transforms the earthy trail into muddy clumps and soggy grass. village life and its beauty portrayed so well that a reader swells in beauty. thank you dear poet. tony

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kwai chee low 14 January 2018

Thank you. I am glad you like it.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 13 January 2018

Kwai, such a great write...10+++

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kwai chee low 14 January 2018

Thanks for your kind words.

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Frank Adie 13 January 2018

This is a wonderful poem about nostalgia. It transported my mine back home. Think you should edit your topic to include nostalgia as well. Well written. Kudos!

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kwai chee low 14 January 2018

Thank you. I did write a piece entitled Nostalgia. Perhaps you may want to visit it. It was published in the 2017 international anthology The Poetic Bond VII.

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