Open Poetry #15 |
For My Grandfather the Farmer.... |
Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
The grass Long stemmed With seed heads waving In even slight passing Of breeze, Is now yellow green On its way to gold What has not fallen Into tangles of step tripping Nests that lie In swirls Will dry quickly And soon be Brown But underneath In the protected places Some green will remain At least until the season marches further And frost touches the nights I will miss the green The promise it holds Just as with your passing I have missed you and the promise you held for each of us in your heart |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
I have seen that green, and know the loss...this is an excellent tribute to a man who will always have a place in your heart, mind and soul.... well done, Sir... |
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maeve Member
since 2001-08-01
Posts 139In the Outback |
My Grandfather was also a farmer, loved the land. Knowing the green was still under there somewhere was the way he looked at most things in life, not just farming. Thanks for sharing this. Maeve Take me home to Erin's shores, |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Cpat--This poem is a very special tribute to your grandfather and the underlying belief in life itself. |
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Logan Senior Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 1641Arkansas |
The value of such a man, is reflected down the generations..He did well..gentle smile |
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