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.
jhamann
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.
