Season's Crops Poem by Charles Jagongo
Season's Crops
On top of the mountain
he gazed bellow, green leaves,
Green fields painted the scenery bellow
Up the clouds gathered,
Black and expectant,
Crops would feast..
He blew a song in whistle, how great
The sign in dew, hope is in human heart
Life is full, with a promise, so bright.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
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4/26/2024 12:00:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Jagongo What a fantastic poem