I saw him in the fields today
With two horses and a plough
I Waved at him and said hello
And he just mopped his brow
I stood there in silence
Could hear the horses breathe
As he trudged through the Muddy furrows
I began to leave
Slowly I was walking towards
The valley down below
To where the stone walled cottage stood
To the place that I call home
There, stood in the doorway
Was my sister Rosalee
Her hair tied up with ribbons
As she smiled across at me
She took my hand and said
Let's have a cup of tea
Thereupon she shook her head
And fell upon her knees
And through her sobs I heard her say
That Dad had passed away
We held each other tenderly
And cried until the dawn
Remembering all those
Precious times, now that Dad had gone.
Beautiful tribute to your dad Mary.Well done really terrific poem
your intense love for your father made you see his apparition. a great write indeed, Mary.10/10.
You saw him trudging through the muddy furrows and came home when your sister said that your dad had died. It is unclear how! Isn't 'him' of your poem and your dad the same person?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully done. I love this. I will read more of your poems.