Adeline Foster (Instructor of poetry, Hagerstown, MD)
Poems by Adeline Foster : 2 / 116
, Hand-Haying
The rhythm of the scythe plume
In the summer heat.
The step-by, step-by cadence
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Adeline Foster
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So true to life write, I was brought up out in the country, I remember my dad using a scythe, also being told the dangers of it, I was always amazed at what it could achieve.
Beautiful..................................: O)
Great poem. I love the third line.
... hands like leather/that never knew the shade. Wonderful. The rhyming works very well in this poem Adeline. Thank you for introducing me to your work.
I love the imagery in this stanza: 'And the storms that rage a rocky coast
Are music to the ears
Of one who’s known their lonely cry
All through his youthful years.
A pleasure to read, full of rhythms, and imagery, !
I love this poem, it's so lovely and well written. :) - Nick
AWESOME! This is really good nice flow and really nice rhythm. I had to sow it to a friend she said it's an even better compliment when you see that they're a good poet and complimenting you thanks
This is such beautiful verse. It gives a peaceful feeling too, like all's right with the world. Lovely piece, thank you.
Beautiful. I am sitting here listening to the beautiful music of Kate Wolf, her voice rings like the wonder and magic of long and wonderful memories, and so does this poem. I bailed hay the modern way (1970's!) , but still this poem brings back such great memories; thanks for writing it so well Adeline.
May those yesterdays never leave us.