Frolicking through the countryside of India, seeing
banana trees growing wildly everywhere, beautiful
leaves, big and green.
Flowers blossoming in fields where they're now being
cultivated, ponds set amongst dry lands, people swim-
ming in them, cooling off in this sweltering humid
heat of summer.
Haystacks of all shapes and sizes being flung across
the landscape as we ride by on a train, amazing feats
of creativity sparking thoughts in my mind.
Haystacks of all shapes and sizes being flung across the landscape as we ride by on a train, amazing feats of creativity sparking thoughts in my mind. Verily, a true description of India's countryside
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Haystacks were a familiar part of my childhood in Canada. Of course, there was no possibility of climbing inside one. In Canada they were for the purpose of storing hay for winter fodder for animals. Good poem. Read mine - I Cannot Return - Adeline