Harvest Dreaming Poem by Frederick Kesner

Harvest Dreaming

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in my muddle-minded daze
a rustic song rising up

tendrilled smoke drifting southward
'Go home, ' spoke the lone nettle

still standing silent, weeping
shady sheaves heavy: waiting;

tomorrows bursting with grain.


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Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Topic(s) of this poem: standing
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Frederick Kesner

Frederick Kesner

St. Thomas University Hospital
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