Sunday, April 22, 2012

New Grain Comments

Rating: 5.0

Bend down and gather up neat swathes of corn,
Follow on the man with the scythe in the morn;
Binding every sheaf tight with a band of its own
And remembering the spring when it was sown:
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Matt Mooney
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Valerie Dohren 18 June 2012

Great poem, very well written and beautifully rhymed.

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Zoya Khalid 27 April 2012

A beautiful poem........ pulls me down to the Earth....and yet elevating. I am pleased.....

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