Through the sea of greens so gay
The dusty road gropes its way
Flanked all through by yellow corns
Winds itself to yonder hills so forlorn .
Yonder there trickles a tiny rivulet
On its bank sprawls a little hamlet
Sprouts of tiny huts of mud and clay
Sweet little urchins run and play.
Up above the rising greens
Happy blues so free they sail
Rise from snowy peaks so frail
Know not where to the land of dreams.
Oh, the night has fallen for today
Lovely scenes plunged in twilight gray
Tiny hamlet littered in lights of yellow
Puffs of smoke from the chimneys billow.
Country Side made of hills and corns greens and rivulets tiny hamlets, puff of smoke chimney smoke... what all we are blessed with this beautiful imagery... Taking us to a land of dreams.... Beautiful presentation. Loved the flow of words and imagery. Keep writing. Your poems are as bountiful as the imagery.
Felt as if a picturesque scene of a countrysid blooming before me..Nice!
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Beautiful depiction of typical farm settlement, well articulated and insightfully penned with conviction. A lovely poem with nice rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. ➕9