TheSilent Loudness

I Am - Poem by TheSilent Loudness

The old handed man of the cherry farm picked his newly ripened cherries.
He squinted, his hat covered most of his brow, to make doubly sure they are ready.
Smiling quietly (as it usually is) and shoving a little dirt with his foot,
The old farmer blushed with the soil on his boot with the fruits of his labor in touch.

Topic(s) of this poem: free verse

Comments about I Am by TheSilent Loudness

  • Rookie - 453 Points Ellias Anderson Jr. (4/26/2014 12:40:00 AM)

    Nice work. i could feel the words really closely...
    well written (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 357 Points Felicia Manning (4/15/2014 11:47:00 AM)

    Great use of imagery! :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 16, 2014

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