Oct 2015
"Tiss that time of year,
the field rodents run,
the big machines hum,
the snakes slither,
gofers go deeper,
all to avoid the whirling blades,
dust clouds rise and damper the sun,
scavenger birds look for eatable pieces.
Harvest time busy the crops to gather.
the field rodents run,
the big machines hum,
the snakes slither,
gofers go deeper,
all to avoid the whirling blades,
dust clouds rise and damper the sun,
scavenger birds look for eatable pieces.
Harvest time busy the crops to gather.
This was a bit of whimsy, my reply to a fine
poem by our friend David Patrick OC
an excellent published poet voice out of
Ireland, he has a book of poems out, look for
it, buy it!
My reply to his poem ended with . . .
"Not much different on my land or your's.
Good write sir David. You know I love brevity,
too bad I can seldom do it." David said I should
publish my little ditty reply, so I did.
poem by our friend David Patrick OC
an excellent published poet voice out of
Ireland, he has a book of poems out, look for
it, buy it!
My reply to his poem ended with . . .
"Not much different on my land or your's.
Good write sir David. You know I love brevity,
too bad I can seldom do it." David said I should
publish my little ditty reply, so I did.
