Time to get up and begin my day
Ploughing the fields and gather the hay
Look through the windows glazed with the frost
The days are shorter and the hours are lost
The water is boiling to make the tea
A cup for my wife and a mug for me
Slicing the toast put it next to the heat
The sweet warm taste of butter and wheat
Put my boots on and head to the farm
Working these hours is losing its charm
Sat on the tractor the engine does roar
As I trundle through the worn out barn door
Across the fields and splash through the stream
Bobbing along I’m lost in a dream
The faded leafs hang drop down and away
I suffer the symptoms from blustery day
As the oak tree sheds its one last acorn
One tree dies and another is born
A contest entry
- Season Contest II (Now for anyone, gold winners or not) by LongPatrol.
475 points, ended October 17, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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This is a nice poem about a farmer preparing for winter. I like how it rhymes in each paragraph, which is spectacullar in my opinion. I couldn't rhyme this well in a million years.
I really like the lines:
"Look through the windows glazed with the frost
The days are shorter and the hours are lost"
A nice wintery touch.
-LongPatrol
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oh this is so amazing. it paints such a calming image from the beginning... sort of like a folgers commercial actually lol but it's beautiful and calm.
The water is boiling to make the tea
A cup for my wife and a mug for me
so very lovely, and i really liked the way you finished it. good luck in the contest. : )
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