The Farmer’s Field
Today I walk
With my lover,
My footstep light,
Careful
Against the dewy ground,
His steps
Strong.
Steady.
Morning mist,
Ethereal,
Magical,
Curls around us,
Dreamy.
And it is only
He and I,
There in the fog.
We walk without words,
Our footsteps
Our breath
Make soft sounds,
Yet the earth is stirring,
Waking noisily.
Insects chirp,
Birds sing merrily.
The call of the farmer,
His family,
In the distance,
The bark of his dog.
Lamb’s mournful pleas,
Mothers respond.
Through light clouds,
Over low hills,
A buttery sun kisses
The dense sod
Releasing an ancient earthiness,
Trapped there
Between the clover and the dampened earth.
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Lovely picture and poem. Great use of the writing prompt.
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Thank you!!
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Oh, that was excellent!!!
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Thanks so much for reading and the kind comment!
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Nice one! I can imagine it perfectly! 😉
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Thanks so much and… once again thank you for inspiring prompts!
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You’re most welcome. I love writing them. 😉
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You wove magic with your words . That was beautiful!
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My goodness! Thank you for reading and your kind words
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