Crops Sway To Melodies Of Ripening Maturity Poem by Terence George Craddock

woe was the land when prison bound
in winter bars of ice cold colours snow
when winter ceases summer land may yield
to warm wind caress pleasures of the sun
ripe may grow fields of wheat and barley
soon lush meadows may windswept dance
as crops sway to melodies of ripening maturity
greens of early summer ripen into golden grains

green rapid growth fading into ripening bounty
land gives of her strength nurtures seasonal crops
wealth is productivity fruit food yield measures
where two rivers narrow meet moisture kisses
in early morning greetings moist softer ground
grows favoured crops abundant yields of plenty


Copyright © Terence George Craddock