Farm
by Kitty Boots
the Lewis brothers planted winter wheat last year
their fields look barren in the summer sun
golden stubble
no corn or soybeans
untilled, weedy, left to rest
nourishment when they plow in the fall
and turn all the good things
under
a bachelor and a widower
they grow again
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an old farm, still in use by two brothers
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Simple beauty. "They grow again."
A lovely poem.
Two nice and tidy cycles. Well done.
Beautiful. Simple, but not.
*, KB. Smart farming, smart poem.
* favorite line is the last one. <3
Nice.
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golden stubble.*
Thank you everyone for your comments and favs. Drove by the farm today...brothers are well. they will continue to farm!
"and turn all the good things
under"
So much felt in the words unsaid. ***
There are two such near us and you've captured them too.