A cool breeze blew that fine spring day
As the farmer rested under an oak tree,
And thoughts pervaded as he drifted away
To a place where he had often longed to be
In a sumptuous palace with silver and gold
With every wish and whim provided,
Where the beer and wine was always cold
And nothing is ever painfully decided.
Servants would cater to his family's needs
And his children would play all day long,
A garden he would have without any weeds
And minstrels would play joyous songs
But alas, this dream was only a vision
As he awoke to smell sweat and soil,
Knowing all too well with reserved derision
That he once again must continue his toil.
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Very well written! It has a good flow and meaning. Most would want what he is dreaming of but I wouldn't mind being under that oak! I wouldn't change a thing. It is a beautiful write! Keep it up!
Emma
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awww, this is so vivid, and such great imagery in here, very plesant and enjoyable! lovely job =) a pleasure to read =)
stephanie
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A perfect description.
I liked this very natural poem in which you give the perfect description of a farmer. My father was a farmer and I grew up on farms. So I naturally liked this poem. I would not change anything. -
I'm usually not a fan of rhyme - but after reading this I can almost smell the oak tree and feel the heat, even though it is raining outside! Glad you took me away from that. We should all hold on to hope, for without that there isn't much else
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Excellently Penned...
You told this tale with the skills of a bard. All that's missing is the hard (or banjo LOL). Well done, my man! Nice and easy flow. Words and rhymes were fitting. What's left to say?
DEZ
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Wow... Michael...
I thought he had died and was viewing heaven until the end, when I realized it was only a dream. Despite the happy images in his dream, this really has a dark side to it. I, for one, think that the daily toil and grind of life sucks. I think in all that monotony, we lose the meaning of life. I certainly do. I think this is the true question this poem begs to answer: what is it all for? Why go on in day to day life, doing the same old things, and getting the same results? What's the point? What's the meaning?
I think these are questions that only people like you and I who have seen the darker side of things and experienced the deep well of depression can relate to.
Great poem. Wonderful story... it leaves me contemplative.
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wonderful flow, mood, descriptions, thoughts, and dreams in this moment of a farmer resting under an oak tree...
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Not only did you write a beautiful poem but your rhyme flowed so naturally. Now I know that you're rubbing it in because mine was being a nuisance today. Seriously though, you put the dreams of so many into your words in a masterful way.
Margaret
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