I go to the fields
Of poetry today,
To glean whatever
Is found by the way.
A morsel here,
And a morsel there
Enough to make
A meal to share.
I go to the fields
Of poetry today
Humming and skipping
Along the way.
And with my basket
In my hand,
I'm ready to glean
Whatever I can.
a beautiful song of poetry, Walterrean...like a song of Blake from Songs of Innocence
A magnificent poem! You're a magnificent poet.Congratulations and well done!
Salley, may the harvest be an embarassment of choices and the produce deliver a the richness of ingredients to compose literary masterpieces from those poetic morsels. A seat at that feast is greedily sought.
And I bet you turn out a good. What a clever way to launch.Good subject matter-get at it. Really enjoyed this
The fields of poetry, how lovely - please feel free to visit my field any time Salley! !
Your poems are light and lovely. You are a wonderful person.
No wonders! ! ! if someone is reminded of wordsworth, frost or keats ' gleaners after reading this your centrally running metaphor...any ordinary reader can become a gleaner of your fruitful ideas... :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely rhythm and style befitting this poem, Walterrean....absolutely delightful poem on the poet's calling...The other delightful poem yours connects to is William Blake's Piping down the Valleys Wild...