historical poems
firmly set in an age
a time now expired
long past I spice find
are gems gleaming
with precise perspectives
insights into forgotten times
past now never to return
'When The Frost Is On The Punkin'
by James Whitcomb Riley I found
brilliant in pastoral
perception description,
embodies contentment
of another slower time,
when physical labour
required hard work,
blessed skilled tireless hands
which reaped growing blessing
ripe productive bounty of land;
well used tender cared for,
in a dependence
inner connection
appreciative understanding
of nature with gratitude and love...
there was a special taste
in eating home grown produce
produced in full ripeness
a peace and harmony
attained in the completion
of work well done...
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