RIC S. BASTASA


The Harvest - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

from here
where we stand
we shall see
fields of gold

rice grains ripe
from their stalks
heavy with
our thoughts
bending to the
call of the
brown soil

strong men and
women
arrive on the golden
fields of
our heritage
harvesting....

Topic(s) of this poem: life


Comments about The Harvest by RIC S. BASTASA

  • Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh (1/15/2016 7:08:00 AM)


    It's harvesting time.Fields look golden. A charming write.Like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 14, 2016



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