Harvest the Silver lining,
Don't insist me to the skill of
The good worms
As i bend o'r the Sickle, pining
For the threshy mustard terms.
'Chilly hot! ,
As the crows soar high,
Beyond me, am under
The hedge to sigh,
To save the frenzy pot!
Now as the white coals sweat hard,
The briar is far away,
I long for the Sun's shade,
At the pleasant and breezy bay.
Call me, 'O wheatish boy'!
As i lumped and grumped berries,
Drank the mused merries,
In the hot joy.
All but spire is gay,
Longings of the dew from the Heavens,
Patience and waitings may pay,
Laus deo, the worldly Leavens.
Enjoyed your poem. Poems written about harvesting carry so many meanings. Nicely done.
patience and waiting, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you so much ; Captain and Gajanan... Sirs Keep motivating me