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April Haiku #2222

I can't seem to stop writing poetry or reading poetry. I think it is safe to say I love poetry and I love sharing great poetry with others.

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I stand in a field

of tan barren dry wheat stalks

all I do is stand.


I sit in barley

to see the sky through the bloom

my eyes collect tears.


Imagine colors

painted on the dry barren

fields where I lay down.


Days we spent forming

a labor of love this land

on Earth's creations.


To condense each plot

small space can grow so much food

in our own backyards.


To dream of orchards

colorful tangerine trees

or ripened mango.


Us in the middle

a glorious world of fruit

a lifetime supply.

Comments

Jamie Lee Hamann (author) from Reno NV on April 14, 2019:

We can only pray that our crops are breathtaking every year. Jamie

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on April 12, 2019:

I hear you....I feel it....plans laid asunder, plowed under with the dead crops and the dreams.

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