Saturday, June 21, 2003

Sonnet: Harvest-Time Comments

Rating: 0.0

In Summer, farmers scythe the harvest fast;
Their weary frames from morn till eve stay bent;
The produce sheaved is dried in fields so vast;
The air with songs of joy from heart is rent.
...
Read full text

Dr John Celes
COMMENTS
Dr John Celes

Dr John Celes

Tamilnadu, India
Close
Error Success