Thinking of dust filled fields
with dry stokes of rice.
Others with small bush tomatoes
plants that look like coquets
and taste like cucumber.
Sweet corn
fishing pools,
dust traks that go to nowhere.
Each day
to the next.
life after life
for ever.
Roy a lovely food mixture you brewed here in a condensed cycle of life. Brilliant my friend. Top marks and thanks for sharing it. David
Oh yeh! I'm guessing Thailand was good.... :) t x
The whole cycle of life is depicted, so skillfully, in few condensed words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a wonderful word painting, Roy! World class indeed. Write on, my poet friend. As always, Sandra