Manonton Dalan

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Farming >>> - Poem by Manonton Dalan

time for planting rice
paddies are water full
lady just breaking east
native music plays beat
with tempo stick seedlings
deep enough like thumb
close open mud carefully
not bruise youthful roots

we move step by step
with lines so straight
not like in Louisiana
they have huge machine
that can plant whole day
here we have time; siesta
we have pains, we have fun
then wait for harvest time

Topic(s) of this poem: farm, work


Comments about Farming >>> by Manonton Dalan

  • (3/5/2016 2:22:00 AM)


    You have a way of not repressing what you see! We see it too. (Report) Reply

    Manonton Dalan (3/5/2016 4:18:00 AM)

    thank you very much for reading
    n leaving your lovely thought

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  • Shakil Ahmed (12/6/2015 7:06:00 AM)


    nice work, thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

    Manonton Dalan (3/5/2016 4:20:00 AM)

    sukran... habibi

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 6, 2015



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