Moving south to north
Harvesting, shocking, threshing
Bringing in the wheat
The rugged terrain Runs along the golden stalks Nature's stealth and wealth There's a thread to be picked up by the reader but the haiku is full by itself. Delightful. Let's go run.: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are frenetic.: -)