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
arrive on the golden
fields of
our heritage

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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