My Grandfather Was A Farmer Poem by Rose Marie Juan-austin

How amazing to take A glimpse everyday How the wild ones continued to grow..some have grown even better. your simplicity in expression and the liveliness of painting your experiences is the real beauty of thi spoem-, dear poetess. tha nku than k.u. tony god bless u

nice - on the sense of nostalgic - like to quote- We planted seeds in rich soil But sometimes the wind and rain Played with them ......... My grandfather earnestly Transferred wild ones To more suitable beds excellent

Respect to all the farmers! ! Thanks for sharing.

A poignant write, filled with sweet reminiscence of grandfather as a farmer. He sowed in you the healthy thoughts. Loved reading it.

Hi Rose Marie, Very nostalgic poem, but very poignant too. Describes hot the love for nature was inculcated in the little girl, without she ever noticing it. Just remembered my own childhood, when we would “work” in the field with our parents, and of course, other workers which we enjoyed to the core. And when the plants tended by us yield fruits, it gives us immense pleasure Or, when a shrub of Rose planted by us bears a flower! , , , , , ,

Nice write of your practical life Mam.

A glimpse everyday......wonderful representation.....thank u. anjandev roy.

I played with the soil.....beautifully written.Thank u.anjandev Roy.

Truly all yes, My Grand father was also the same. Keep it up

Childhood memories on grandfather have been nicely executed in this poem. I cite..... My grandfather earnestly Transferred wild ones To more suitable beds Attached rods on them And mixed with the good ones. This is really a beautiful poem and it attracts the reader to read over and over again for which I made it second visit.