Matt Mooney

New Grain - Poem by Matt Mooney
Bend down and gather up neat swathes of corn,
Follow on the man with the scythe in the morn;
Binding every sheaf tight with a band of its own
And remembering the spring when it was sown:
Seed, as a blessing shook, on fresh fertilised soil;
Before our eyes a green field of hope in a while.
Haymaking as the corn ripened in summertime,
Now it's ripe and ready to be mown in its prime.
In the cornfield that would shimmer and shiver;
In each sheaf the ears are now bound together.
But soon the thresher's here with its rise and fall;
Farmers from around know it's a call to them all.
With their pikes held aloft having plenty of craic;
That strong man hoists a bag of oats on his back
And carries it up the stairs to the loft in the barn
As he looks forward to tea and swopping a yarn;
There the man of the house by a bagful he lingers
And he lets the new grain run through his fingers.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem »

Matt Mooney's Other Poems
Famous Poems
-
Phenomenal Woman
Maya Angelou
-
Still I Rise
Maya Angelou
-
The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost
-
If You Forget Me
Pablo Neruda
-
Dreams
Langston Hughes
-
Annabel Lee
Edgar Allan Poe
-
Caged Bird
Maya Angelou
-
If
Rudyard Kipling
-
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Robert Frost
-
A Dream Within A Dream
Edgar Allan Poe
Great poem, very well written and beautifully rhymed. (Report) Reply
A beautiful poem........ pulls me down to the Earth....and yet elevating.
I am pleased..... (Report) Reply