Chapter (10) THE PLOUGHMAN

THE  PLOUGHMAN.                                    

 

     Across the stubble strewn fields sweeping sweet and fresh

     Natures breath, moist with dew, drops her tears

     Tiny orbs of crystal reflections bejewel a myriad silken threads.

     A golden earth cloaked in natures cloth of shimmering silver.

 

     He waits and stands alone in thoughtful contemplation

     Observing hovering clouds of swirling mists decend the valley sides.

     The silence loud in his ears he breaths deep and sighs

     While autumns' morning gift  restores his inner peace.

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

The Ploughman..how very close to nature he is turning the soil ready for new beginnings.
A lovely scene, what a beautiful autumnal painting it would make, but then you have painted it so well in words :)

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

My goodness, thank you so much. I'm so pleased you liked it.

[Stella Armour]

Of course i did..it is a lovely picture in words

[Kathy Van Kurin]

MAD ENGLISHMAN,
"The Ploughman"
This really gives the sweet lingering impression of Autumn's beauty. The mists of Autumn are as much a part as the warm leaves which fall.
"Accross stubble strewn fields.."beginning of first half, gives the backdrop of the ploughman for he has harvested.
"Swirling mists descend the valley sides..silence loud in his ears he breathes deep and sighs. While Autumn's morning gift renews his inner peace.
What a precious image of ones who grow our food. They know the rise and fall of the natural world and read its signs. Found this poem very rewarding!
Blessings,
Kathy

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Thank you Kathy for these kind words. I'm not a prolific poetry writer but sometimes the muses come, as they say. Living in the countryside there is inspiration all around. I'm pleased you enjoyed it.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

It's wonderful to be truly inspired at times and to just know it! This poem does have the true feeling of the natural and the harvest end feeling to it. Right now my garden is producing beautifully but I know it will wind down......Loved your tale for sure. Lucky guy you are to live in the country.
Bless you.
Kathy

[Sami Khalil]

Sad reflections on the plight of the land and sweet contemplation from the plowman. You spoke volumes in few lines. An excellent one, sir...:).................

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

It was a morning I'll never forget. I was 22 or 23 years old. When I see a field shimmering today I get goose bumps.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. You are welcome, sir....:::)))))

[Marie]

The poem is beautiful and so is the picture. So peaeful.