A cat lays stretched out, contented on a wall,
The Farmer's Boy comes whistling down the lane,
One cockerel now proclaims his morning call,
And day begins to make swift way again.
Then others enter now upon this scene,
As to their daily duties they attend,
Some goats are tethered on the Village Green,
And the Miller, slowly starts, his flour to blend.
Three dairymaids with tasks to do, now run,
To cows, who await, their creamy milk to yield,
And as the dawn now welcomes in the sun,
It beams, from all the heavens, this land to gild.
What a pleasant picture here for us is wrought,
Leaving one with all the pleasure of the thought.
© Ernestine Northover
A lovely poem that brings smile to my face. The last 2 lines say it all. Beautiful! Blessings! - TGR
Another delightful word painting from you, then, Ernestine. Lady, do you know how to lift a mood! Good you! ! With warmth and a 10, Gina.
A resplendent and energetic portrait of images, a pleasing phantasmagoria of thoughts that should bring pleasure to anyone who reads it. A nice read. - K.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such calm and warmth from such a wonderful poet and person.love Duncan