Hoosh, whoosh,
The wind is up,
The birds go whizzing by,
And all around
Upon the ground
The dandelions fly.
I cannot see a speck of grey
I cannot see the sun,
But only one vast stretch of blue
Where foamy horses run.
I cannot see for ecstasy
In one huge throbbing thrill
Has burst into a wave of wings
And dances in the hills.
Lovely descriptions Tan, you must start writing again. '10' Andrew
A beautiful painting with words. Beautiful God's earth well portrayed. Thank you.
Tan, This is one of my favorite poems, I am glad it is now again presented to the World. 5 stars! ! !
I like very much, Tan; you start with to attempt to work with rhyme in the first verse then freely you go to prosaic style and then you are back. A youthful spirit is also demonstrated. Thanks for affirming the God of the good earth. Take care.
This poem must have been, I think, one of your early poems written between the time of 17 and 19 years of age. There's an inconsistant meter running through it and although I liked your poem it could be improved.
Wow, your an amazing poet, Your words used in this poem is taking me to a new dimension amazing :)
OH! How Wonderfully Painted! ! ! Really Love The Feeling Of This! ! ! Fantastic Write! ! ! Adding To Favorites! ! ! 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Makes me feel like I'm standing in an open field right now.