on the track of morning bird
yolk on shoulder whistled on
untilled his field, he'd left a third
by dusk t'wd be over and done
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That is beautiful...unfornate for me, my grandparents lived over seas, so I never actually really knew them, but what you write here is indeed very touching, wish I knew my grandparents like you did. Thank you for sharing.
Gorgeous dear friend...this lovely write has me experiencing nostalgia for my grandfathers existence... loved the bustop and signs btw... your bud karen :)
A beautiful poem, remembering time with your grandpa enjoying the wonder of nature
Beautiful symbolic poem tying the labors of man to the mysteries of his Lord.
The village lore is told with compassion and love. Simple diction suits well the theme a farmer on toil. It is a down to earth poem.