RIC S. BASTASA


Green Ricefields - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

green ricefields spreading to a distance
some white herons circling and landing finding a hiding place
for a while gone and then the wind comes from the trees swaying

the white herons in a flock of fives fly away again
to another rectangular spread of a green ricefield
a scarecrow stands in the middle of the place
the clouds arrive turning from pale to grey to blue
the sun has come in full grandeur

i am just amazed, sitting on a bench praying
simply watching and wondering
they all say that i am lazy and doing nothing


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 27, 2008


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