He walked his field of ripened corn,
that brightest warmest summer morn.
More humbled than a man had been
enchanted by this wondrous scene
of harvest days proud crops ashow
his land a rich and golden glow.
His fertile pastures deep and wide
outstretched his land with sense of pride
and gazed as far as man could see
what mother earth bestowed to he
when dawn had broke,on fields of corn
a son,for him this morning born
so pondered to himself a while
and on his face there crept a smile
for glorious natures grand display
this brightest warmest summer's day
Last Modified: June 21, 2010 at 06:55 pm
that brightest warmest summer morn.
More humbled than a man had been
enchanted by this wondrous scene
of harvest days proud crops ashow
his land a rich and golden glow.
His fertile pastures deep and wide
outstretched his land with sense of pride
and gazed as far as man could see
what mother earth bestowed to he
when dawn had broke,on fields of corn
a son,for him this morning born
so pondered to himself a while
and on his face there crept a smile
for glorious natures grand display
this brightest warmest summer's day
Last Modified: June 21, 2010 at 06:55 pm
I like this poem :) I feel like I can picture a content, happy chap with nature being the only thing he enjoys, that materialistic things do not matter as he has something that makes him smile. Wish every guy was happy with the smallest things .
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