The field is dancing
With the melody of mellow breeze
The Beauty of nature unveiled.
Their hard work flourished finally
In the form of golden crop
She chuckles with delight
‘You can beat the poverty’
Her heart assured her blissfully
It will bring prosperity.
Mother will beam with contentment
Father won’t have to stoop
Burden of debt will be released.
Submitted to: Short Story Slam
Makes me think of harvest time.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done I love it!
Blessings
Wonderful poem.
ReplyDeletevery beautifully u have unveiled the beauty of nature:)
ReplyDeleteNice read !!!
Thank you so much Bethe, Deborah & Jyoti! I'm glad you liked it.
ReplyDeleteI agree, this is wonderfully beautiful!
ReplyDeletelovely lines...beautifully crafted words!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much John & Kalyan. I'm glad you liked it.
ReplyDeleteLovely, lovely words.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
The field is dancing
ReplyDeleteWith the melody of mellow breeze
The Beauty of nature unveiled.
lovely opening, well done.
A wonderful perspective on the prompt. Beautifully written poem.
ReplyDeleteHere is my week 8 story: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/18/amber-waves-of-grain/
Even though the character speaks of poverty , I like the positive and hopeful attitude at the end of the poem !
ReplyDeleteHope is on the way, thanks for sharing...
ReplyDeleteamazing emotions shared.
nice one. I love the hopeful tone of the poem.
ReplyDeleteBoy, does that last line hit the spot! Very well said.
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