Sonnet 52: The Fruit Pickers Comments

A smashing poem David especially as the picking season is now in full flow.

wonderful! i enjoyed it... the tractors humming way nice phrase... liked it

They say to make hay while the sun does shine/And to work hard whilst the weather is fine. grief and agony of workers

The life of tillers of the soil is always at the mercy of nature.... of rain and sunshine! But there is no point in procrastinating things. Make hay while the sun shines! An enjoyable read!

A beautiful idyllic scene painted with fine imagery. I was transported.

Yes, begins in light and ends in light'

Ah the British summer never predictable always changing yet always interesting like your sonnets 10/10 BB =: OD

nice poem filled with great imagery. make hay while the sun shines. good thought.

a poem with substance. nice reading. thank you.

You are a watcher poet! As a said before you see whilst the others just pass by.

Tractors humming, bumper yield, skylarks flying, and wages low. Another beautiful sonnet. I am reminded of the opening lines of the poem 'After Apple Picking' by Robert Frost to bring out how different fruit picking is now. My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still. Thank you David for a nice poem

Good advice with which to end this fine sonnet - well penned David.