How much my soul would miss if I
Could not view these fields, this sky!
White horses stand before a blaze
Of ripened leaves; a smoky haze
Spins cobweb ties from tree to hill;
Dark swallows dart above a mill;
A cobalt sky yawns wide and deep
With clumps of cloud like scattered sheep;
A pasture soaked in verdant green;
A weathered fence that frames the scene.
For sights like this, I offer praise
To Him who made these autumn days
And thank the Lord for eyes to see
His hands' creative majesty.
A wonderful poem. You are truly a very talented poetess. Meter and rhyme are outstanding, and the spiritual message is unsurpassed.
A beautiful poem to go with a beautiful day. Thanks for the desert.10
I really think you meant 'Thanks for the dessert', but maybe, to you, she was describing a desert.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An outstanding, wonderful poem. Thank you for posting.
Thank you, Cowboy! I appreciate that.